Even Still

I can’t swim
but I’d jump in a body of water with you
I trust you
more than I fear my possible ending
isn’t that love?
is that enough?
or does all love come with gifts of roses
possession
and expected sex
if so,
there’s so much to go around
and judging my history,
I have much to give
because I’ve shared love every time I could
it was the only way I knew
mimicking myself in relationships
as if I stood before a mirror
although I’m less convinced there’s a “one and only”
for I, or any
but even still,
you’re the only one