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Rymes with my incessant bitching And lends metaphor To what's been consistently Bothering me Tugging at my numbing heart That's not the way it used to be Just treacherous heartache In between honeymoon cycles From the start .. Has grayed areas Turned me numb Torn us apart To face what may not be undone... "But let no man tear asunder What God had blessed together.." Is the devil's advocates Mantra in my head.. Even if it was my man Who used his bare hands To pick at our love With bravado, machismo bullying Until the "us" in us Was almost dead.. Now he looks to me As I, look in me To tell me how violence, in his life Has left him so tired.. But on this day today Our "celebration " of seven years The bothersome conscience, itching My incessant "Get help or I leave" bitching.. I look into the face That also reflects mine Pangs of the heart with apathy Running a race.. I know The depth of the weary lines To be true.. But is it too late? Every night into morning Growing longer The distance grows stronger An epic love turning from it's fate? I just yearn for my next breath Not to have to be From running away To escape a souls untimely death.. One last universel request To grant us, one last reprieve And for me, not be a fool to believe That you so badly want you,us and meYou will gladly face the demons That have always kept you From being the man, you yearned to be.. My beloved, Happy Anniversary. Surrealdancingpoet 2012 Vote for this poem
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