perhaps i never really learned to love.
i love you -
i never learned to love otherwise.
my love is a benign tumor in times of peace
it occupies you, it is a part of you.
but it has the potential to metastasize and proliferate
into an ugly mass of hatred and vitriol
so violent, so malevolent,
it would consume you whole.
i love you
but perhaps not the way you learned to be loved.