Unconditional love isn’t always what you think.
Sometimes it’s that person taking you to the brink.
Chewing you up. Spitting you out. Running you through hell.
And yet, after all that, you still care. You care so much you need to yell.
But is it love for the person or what they used to be?
The memory of them used to bring such tranquility.
All the pushing away and pain. These feelings I’d like to fracture.
Damage so massive I could never again let my heart be captured.
It’s not always love or caring to make it unconditional.
It’s a pulling, a yanking, it feels so so untraditional.
It’s gotta be the memory after all the tricks and lying.
Because going back now, even with memories, I won’t be trying.
I hope someday soon this unconditional subsides and goes away.
Because I’ll never ever be able to give another a chance to betray.
