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We complain too much about love; protest
that love is too difficult (that you broke
promises, that I never made;
that you always spoke your mind, and that I always wore sleeves,
long enough to cover my face, with my heart embroidered on them)
and object when objective(s)
and the object seems
too distant,
too silent, too indifferent, too much...
too little and too
late.
Our love is too small, maybe it is that when love should be
we, we are still you and I--need
to be subject to stress and strain
and weather rains so uncomfortable
out-growths of love can take root;
instead we are too green to bend.
When did we, as people, care so much and love so little?
that love is too difficult (that you broke
promises, that I never made;
that you always spoke your mind, and that I always wore sleeves,
long enough to cover my face, with my heart embroidered on them)
and object when objective(s)
and the object seems
too distant,
too silent, too indifferent, too much...
too little and too
late.
Our love is too small, maybe it is that when love should be
we, we are still you and I--need
to be subject to stress and strain
and weather rains so uncomfortable
out-growths of love can take root;
instead we are too green to bend.
When did we, as people, care so much and love so little?
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and jump-roped our way through obstacle courses.
I saved our footsteps in mason jars,
in case we ever needed to follow yellow brick roads
to get home.
home was an illusion:
honesty without truth,
apologies without forgiveness,
I kept home sandwiched between
"never" and "have to."
caroline, they'd say. caroline,
stop being such a dreamer. stop taking
us for granted.
I packed every apology possible
into my breath, left runaway plans lingering
in the silence between family.
when I found you dancing in the street,
I listened for merry-go-round music.
I
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I think sometimes we complain too much about love.
Not really happy with the second stanza. Also tried to move away from using so much imagery. I get carried away sometimes and I think it may be somewhat detrimental to my writing
Not really happy with the second stanza. Also tried to move away from using so much imagery. I get carried away sometimes and I think it may be somewhat detrimental to my writing
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*encourage
** "that [particular type of] love"