(un)SpokenWord

Now I see with my own eyes,
your kind of love is the kind of love that lies.
A string of late night fucks with no goodbyes;
That pull them panties to the side to blot the sun out my skies...
kind of love.
The scabby knees and stains left marinating between my thighs...
kind of love.
That cum on my breath and shame in my eyes
Kind of love I've grown to despise.
The kind of love, I now realize,
is not love at all...
it's hate in disguise.

His kind of love is the kind I want to grow old and die with,
Moan and sigh with;
The kind of love I scream, 'Fuck me till I'm dry!' with.
A kind of love I want to grind, roll, and smoke to get high with.
That spread my wings, it's time to fly kind of love.
Speak in tongues and testify:
(hallelujah!) kind of love
Born again,
It seems I've been,
Baptized in his love.