To the arms I know so well,
There is a limit to your love, my love. And there is no growth in a love that is limited. I cannot depend on your I love yous when they are so insubstantial and consequential. There is a limit to your love my love. You only love me when I obey. You only love me when I am small, naive, and lost. A forever with me is only when I am less of me. I want only a love that still loves me when we don't agree. I want a love that remembers me, a love that doesn't punish me. I want a love without limits. I want something else.
All the things I forgot to say,