It's not as if I ever meant for this to happen.

It just kind of did.

It's nothing bad, 

I swear it.

It's just odd.

And frightening to consider.

Love me once, shame on you.

Love me twice, shame on me.

Love me again and there'sno going back.

Though there may not be any blue or pink bundles in our future,

There is enough love to go around.

Even when the sun sets 

And the men are shooting at you in the dark of night

There is enough love to go around.

Even when we each give our respective dying breaths,

til death do we part

There is enough love to go around.