love languages

after you, i say, bending at the waist
because i think i’m being funny like that
humour to break the tension
but i want you to know
that if there was darkness on the other side
damn, i’d push you behind me
walk through first, manners aside
it’s my job to protect what’s mine.

but if there was golden light and a single wish
a forever cure on the other side
i’d bend at the waist, give you a smile
say, after you, love of mine.

and it goes to show that our love languages differ,
vary person to person, unlimited love to prefer
give the pickles from my lunchbox to my youngest sister,
frosting off my cake slice to my middle sister
because even though i love it, i love them more
and they’re bound to appreciate the gesture
so i guess i care, and it’ll show.

so make me a cup of hot chai, cut up some fruit
peel me an orange, and share the slice
give your jacket to someone to borrow
put flowers in my hair, warm up cold food
and hand me the plate, show me you care
put extra hot sauce on my rice, brush my hair
call me to say goodnight, and take care
of the ones for whom i care
because love is chains wrapped around each of us
and i wouldn’t break it in a million years
it’s my love language to share.

~ PatBunny

Would you love a monster?

I was the first to say your name,
to look you in the eyes,
to hold your hand,
and see you cry.

I was the first one to love you,
to wipe the blood from your lips,
to take the pain in your head,
and make it mine.

But now, I learned that
while trying to love a monster
I took on the traits
and lost my grace, lost my way.

I can’t turn back, it’s too dark to see
so answer me this:
Would you love a monster?

Would you love a monster, as I once had?
As I still do?
Would you love a monster?
The exact same way
that I do?

~ PatBunny