Coordinating conjunctions go hand in hand with me.

For you, at the very least, I would walk to the ends of this earth

And neither hell

Nor high water can deter me.

But you're either incredibly ignorant of the suffering I'm enduring for you,

Or you willingly turn a blind eye to my sacrifice. I want to cry out in agony,

Yet my lips are sealed, overcome by soft-spokenness and fear

So I write, the conjunctions a metaphor for hidden emotions.

Inspired by the lecture in English class last Thursday.