Love
Love
hurts and sucks the life
right out of us.
And then puts it back,
detached and attached,
leaving us
needy, vulnerable,
feeling whole and feeling half.
I'm not sure why we hurt
each other except that
we want a
partner in our crime(s)
and
for his heart and her heart
to feel like mine,
hurt and broken and afraid,
but able to be remade
like a bed or a shed or a piece of forgotten bread,
hidden but ready to be warmed
and fed.
Real love begins
when
new promises are made,
from places of wisdom and
weaknesses and strengths.
Like things that break,
we are much more careful
once we've seen
the pieces and cracks
and lines
of sharp, broken glass.
It helps if you are
the one who applies the glue too.
Those who lose and hurt
can feel pain
and regain
but
the love that is great
is just the start.
Forgiveness reigns
and must be where
we begin.
I can't speak for you,
but for me,
I swear
that is the gift that
continues to give.
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