I am different.
Your love is different than mine
You chose to kill and die for love
I chose to live and let go
Yours resides in intimacy
Mine resides in mind and soul intertwined
For you, love is given only when received and there is always so little of it
For me, love is an abundance never to be scarce and meant to be spread.
You possess and control
I believe and free.
Your love maybe true.
But so different than mine.
That every time I love you it hurts.