sober // poetry

from oyáyi - weaving

i love to write and i write love. i write out of love and i write through love. i do not write by chance, i write by choice to offer you the grandest of the grandest— something that would cause ache and comfort altogether.

i do not write love out of because ofs— i write unconditionally. so do not praise me by the words i can weave and form, maybe praise yourself instead for i can write because of you.

you see, writing is relative; love is relative. each shall complement each, akin to how we function.

i will write for you. i will write endlessly until i am out of words, until the universe sighs because of this perpetual love i have for you.

yes, i do not write love out of because ofs
but

i will write because i write for you.