They say thought is love’s currency, so tell me how much you think you are worth in my mind.
I’m the only bank teller in this establishment.
But, can the currency be more than one kind?
Bad thoughts might infatuate my brain with hate.
I mean no foul, it’s just a natural reaction to the pain which you’ve handed me.
Understanding the derivative of emotion is how every mind should operate.
Not with attempt to control the emotion because then it will give you frustration with a sense of
Helplessness
But rather, like a currency exchange, give me pain which causes me hate and I will give back love demonstrating how I can control with no control my emotions.
I make no sense (cents)
I know
Love is the only currency
this bank teller
manipulates.