It felt external It seemed an entity not me It howled from beyond the rainbow But my love is my own A feeling A feathered promise of compassion And that's fine The only truth I can ever rely on The only part of chaos I know The only conviction I want Enough with the musts Down with the shoulds Death to struggling to feel otherwise The truth is I'm in love And if it causes pain? I'll accept it as I feel it. It's real. It's now. It's pain. It's ok. Of course it's painful, I'm in love alone. I'm painfully in love... And if it causes sorrow? I'll embrace it as it's true. These are my feelings. No use lying. No point manipulating me or anyone or anything. No more struggling to feel 'as I should'. No more regret on my mistakes. I'm sorrowful in love... And if it causes happiness? I won't be afraid it's fake. I won't be afraid it's conditioned on me being this or doing that. I won't fulfill my learned pro