What You Love

Don't you love,
how in the winter,
sunlight is white,
not golden?

Don't you love,
how your mother,
made cookies and milk when you were little,
and now only tells you to clean?

Don't you love,
how the people with the biggest following,
are the people with the most money?

Don't you love,
how you,
you said you loved me,
and you stabbed me in the back?

Don't you love,
me?