It doesn't matter
how often
one of us
stumbles
on the trip wire,
waking the dark,
unmovable monster,
and you scream at me,
cry in your room,
slam doors,
cry in your room,
slam doors,
and I sit here,
heartbroken and defeated,
heartbroken and defeated,
I still love you.
So much love for this.
ReplyDeleteStart writing again, Mister!
Painful truth. You are a loving man.
ReplyDeletejust a note to say, I hear you ~
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