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









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