Things could certainly have been different
\nif we were different people.
\nSongs of blame loop endlessly
\nwhen one person breaks free
\nand one is bound in place.<\/p>\n
Abandoned in our small house, Perhaps I could have shown love more\u2014though I loved our days of innocence and consequences You rebounded quickly. Things could certainly have been different if we were different people. Songs of blame loop endlessly when one person breaks free and one is bound in place. Abandoned in our small house, made smaller by lack of you, I grieved a long time. Send in…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1075,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-50267","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50267","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1075"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=50267"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50267\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":51319,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50267\/revisions\/51319"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=50267"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=50267"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=50267"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nmade smaller by lack of you,
\nI grieved a long time.
\nSend in the Clowns<\/em> was my theme for years,
\nuntil I realized my destiny can\u2019t be tied
\nto someone who leaves,
\nor yours to someone who can\u2019t move on.<\/p>\n
\nIt always seemed we were solid and secure.
\nPerhaps I did make the relationship revolve around me.
\nThat doesn\u2019t mean I didn\u2019t love you.<\/p>\n
\nand understand the leaving now.
\nHard lessons taught by thorns and pain made marks,
\nthough we shared a rich story, a long walk
\nmade mostly in joy.<\/p>\n
\nMy heart, a wounded deer,
\nat last peeks cautiously out.
\nJoy persists.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"