love/hate
we spend our lives
learning the truth about love
how some days it shares
a pocket with hate
and there is never enough
or too much
or any amount just right
we get all twisted with
lust and false longing
in over our heads
thinking we must choose
there is never a choice
and it all seems so
brittle fragile
strong enough to kill us
strong enough to be there
on a day sixty years and
several winters from freedom
when a heart left hanging
stops beating and we know
we know
the (w)hole
we’ve fallen into
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April 26th, 2016 at 2:12 pm
This is filled with beauty and tragedy. I’m going to look for it at FB and share it. Many thanks!!
April 26th, 2016 at 5:53 pm
This was exquisite, especially these lines:
“and there is never enough
or too much
or any amount just right
we get all twisted with
lust and false longing
in over our heads
thinking we must choose”
Loved this.