By Teresa Smeigh 2019
My heart is full of love for you,
But you simply have no clue.
My love is frenzied, not tame,
But you can barely light my flame.
Now and again a spark would ignite,
But that would set you into flight.
If you stayed and controlled the spark,
You would simply treat it as a lark.
If it went out, you couldn’t sustain it.
You were nothing more than a hypocrite.
If you stayed and followed through,
It wasn’t planned, just out of the blue.
I wish you felt the same about me,
But you feel you must be free.
I wish you well, you’re not for me.
Go on baby, go ahead and flee.
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian