asterisks by Vianney Wallace
your concept of love comes with a bundle of red tape
a rule book filled with regulations
fine print, tiny print, endless endnotes
and so many damn asterisks
i jump through one too many hoops
proving to you, proving to me
that i belong in this world
loving with welcoming hands, hands that are free
they tell me keep loving but not in that way
call me unnatural, impure
but better to love too much than not enough
open arms though I'm unsure
abnormal, unwanted, invalid love
they say i'm confused, a little lost
wonder how long this phase will last
bar the way home with arms crossed
my voice shakes but i hold my head high
try to take back control, steady my hand
i let my heart break but only hoping
that one day you'll understand
i curl up with shame and guilt sometimes
proving to you, proving to me
that these feelings don't belong
that this love was never meant to be
i never meant to unsettle, rock your world
but i keep my heart open, baring my chest
trying to live and love in a place
with no stipulations*,
* no asterisks