Endless Poem by Gretta Gin

Your love is a standard
and casual, witty thing,
You like what is easy and safer
to take without need to think.
My love is a storm and lighting
with fear and need to forget,
I want ugly thing that likes biting
my hands when I'm trying to pet

You say that it's hard to love
when you can't take love yourself,
I know what your words are bluff
‘cause I've seen your love lying dead,
And you can convince your heart
that it's beating to love and live,
But don't ever think you're smart -
your own soul is not that naïve.