When all seems frail, remember that I am here

I’m not one for flimsy, graphite ambitions or intentions

My promises are not erasable

they decorate walls with lead paint

My love is a deep, red wine stain

if I spill myself on your button down

know I do not act coincidentally

you could try a white

to counteract the blemish

but still I will remain

Deep in the wefts of your fabric

and years may pass us by

decades even

still my love will cling to you like

the magnets on my refrigerator

I am unshakable

A plethoric nexus of

memories and truths is my adhesive

like a tube of superglue with no cap

I’m sticky stuck to my emotions

and if you are not careful I may become

sticky stuck to you

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