Love isn't soft.
Love is awake.
I learned compassion from the edge of the knife,
from holding a heart in a loud, dumb life.
I'll give you grace, I'll give you room—
but I'm not your harvest, I'm not your tomb.
Some people don't want light, they want leverage,
they want your warmth as a private beverage.
And I'm done confusing"peace" with"appease,"
done calling fangs a"difference of beliefs."
If you want my mercy—
bring your honesty.
If you want my love—
don't feed it to the economy.
KINDNESS WITH TEETH.
LOVE WITH A LINE.
I'LL HOLD YOU CLOSE—
BUT I WON'T LET YOU FEED ON MINE.
KINDNESS WITH TEETH.
EYES OPEN WIDE.
THE GOLDEN THREAD
DON'T MEAN I LET YOU INSIDE.
I see the pattern, I see the play,
smile like an angel, take what you can take.
Call it"just business," call it"just life,"
but you're still a thief with a better suit on.
And if I say it, I'm"too intense,"
if I stay quiet, I'm"too convinced."
So here's the truth, no sugar coat:
I'm not a resource. I'm a living oath.
I can forgive you
without trusting you.
That's love too.
KINDNESS WITH TEETH
LOVE WITH A LINE
THE THREAD STAYS GOLD—
AND IT CUTS SOMETIMES.
Stay gold.
Stay gold
Stay gold
Stay gold
