dazed.

as if.

to be completely honest, i hate the way she writes about you.
but it is not a hatred borne of insecurity and jealousy.
no, it is instead one that revolves around how little she knows you.
how little she knows, and how much she thinks she knows;

the way she speaks of you as an object,
a possession. 
something for her to conquer.

but you are not to be conquered by anyone,
you are a free spirit who’s chosen to grace me and everyone around me with 
an illuminating wonder.

yes, you are still the light that guides me home.