Friday, February 19, 2016

my love

only the love remains

bruised abused and generally

damaged at every manipulation

of desire and all the harm done

to our pride  and our blindness

to say I'm sorry comes too little too late

yet still tugs at a hope of reconciliation

now that naked before each other

the faults of each shout louder than our explanations

for whatever end to which we've broken each other

we will hate and despise and approve and bless

our brokenness but after all my love

only the love will remain

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

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