Porcupine

Dear (not) mine, I'm so in love with you that it's like hugging a.... porcupine. I swore on my life that I would never find another him in another i, but you dear made me feel everything (also that you'll never be mine) And now I'm in a stour with lies. And so very dear to me.. Dear (not) mine please leave me for I need to survive. This drought is killing me like it would kill a starved lover with his love's wedding vines. This doesn't make sense at all but I beg you please don't strive for I can't see you get her while I fail to make you mine. I'll always love you dear (not) mine, till my last breath, also till I die. I'll love you like I'd hug a porcupine.