For me, monogamy is comparable to staying in your hometown your entire life and never leaving.
I might be going a little crazy.
I thought that maybe I could change, I thought maybe I had changed.
Love, you were suppose to be enough.
Love I thought you'd make me want a husband,
I thought I could still have me
and that maybe we could coexist
if we had two rooms.
But it's fucking TIGHT in here... my seams are stretching, my eyes are wandering,
and I'm consistently making an active choice
to not be an asshole.
I am still choosing you, Love.
Everyday, every minute of every hour.
I am still choosing you.