I take the lows with a grain of salt
And hang between animosity and continuity,
With occasional tenderness
Or a guarded smile in disguise.
Don’t get too comfortable I say to myself,
As comfort is a vice
That will enslave you.
I try to retain the clarity
That comes from distress
And overall uneasiness.
So what is this game we play?
I know the answers to my questions
But in my madness I continue to ask,
Hoping to get a different answer…
Is that what love is?
At times it feels like a lost feeling
From my past
And at times it feels more like
My eyes leak in patterns
That repeat themselves
And in the end,
When the flood finally dries out
I find myself
In the same corner.
I take in every couple’s sadness as my own.


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