We let the ruins fill our hearts

So we explode on each other

And we mend that anger under the sheets,

suppressing the fire until we're ready to fuel it again

We force the love through physical touch,

instead of using the mental intimacy we taught one another

So afraid of losing the home we built together,

we hold on to the pleasure that is supposed to mean so much,

and we make it mean so little

We are not objects to each other

We are one, and this is not us



  • Seek

    Wow such maturity of emotions for such a young writer. Little wonder you have been so prolific! Enjoyed this, wishing you greater optimism and hope. This somewhat reminds me of my own recent contribution entitled "Domestic War".

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