I knew It
This was it, Certainly
No matter what he was or Wasn’t
This was Love
But
He only wanted me, not We
His ego, my shoulders Carried
Love and duty are not one in The
Same
His touches left Scars
Bruises and Contusions And
Sometimes
I miss the way That
He thought this pain Is
The best way to be Close
Enough
Beau Taplin’s Close Enough
He only wanted me, not We
Ain’t it the awful truth? Pithy summary of the problem.
this pain Is
The best way to be Close
Enough
Ouch. Clear sketch of the stupid we do. I recognize myself here, as many others will.