but the love inside of me is bigger than the hurt, and i've fought bigger battles than this. this, another rejection, is small, just another scar of colour, of note. i'll find a place for it, and laugh so stupidly at how, bent, it all was. i was a soldier of lust, and i lost the war. i already know the truth of it.

the love inside of me knows that i am surrounded by a force of hands, and smiles that question the same. the love inside of me is bigger than the mind, the violence, the lurker in dark places.