Compromise

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
Melancholy.
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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