Arguments And Affection - Poem by Rachel Henley
Tired fists bleeding,
a deep red waterfall oozing through white ancient boulders,
Hatred swims in my eyes like pollution in city skies.
I find nothing I love within you, like that,
You find no reason to stay, within me.
Clusters of clothes thrown, abnormally large confetti.
There is nothing to celebrate.
A typical dish meets it's end in the wall.
My soul on a rack tortured in your tower,
please let my soul rest and love you,
with the devotion of a mother,
waving her first born to school goodbye.
I hate the girl who destroys our living room,
but ridiculously in love with the girl,
who puts our photographs back on the mantel.
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