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I am not my lover’s keeper
If his happiness is dependent on me
Then I am not to answer for it
I will not be expected to fix him
For last time I was addressed, I was “my love” not “Dr. Deilami” the therapist
And it is funny that in this reply you infer that I must then hold disdain for my partner
No, you have your reasoning backward, but of this fact, I was long aware
Rather the disdain I hold is for your meddling
For your hatred of yourself or of your women
For your perceived right to perpetuate your stupidity
And for your perception that I would do well to abide by it
“But love is unconditional” you whinge —
And my love would travel oceans
Sprawl across galaxies
To reach the man that needed me
But know that love when wielded as a condition
As it scars and harms without consideration
Ceases to be convincing
In the hands of women and men like you, ceases to be enough reason