Mangled Vows

The air has been clear
free of tension
anger
resentment
for a few days now.

I should have known
it was time
to murk it up.

And I don’t understand
how we can be so…
Mean
to one another.

If love is patient
If love is kind
Then, what are we doing here?
I promised to cherish you
not only for better
but also…
but especially
for worse.

And yet…
We cut deep with our words
and each strike
creates one much more hurtful.
Not yet a year of our eternity
and we’ve become the satirical sitcom
that this hurting world calls “normal.”
We’ve broken so many of those promises
and we go to separate rooms
and wonder
why this has to be so hard.

05/25/07

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