Thursday, December 4, 2014

Try To Love You Anyway

This Life

It’s complicated.
Please let me dump out this old cliché here at your feet.
And explain that I meant it
Every fucking word.
That I said.
Here on your doorstep standing in the rain.
Your hand on my hip.
And we kiss.
Underwater fireworks.

A phase that passes with every sobering slumber.
Growing more complicated by the hour.
My eye on your prize.
Your hand on my wallet.
Your touch on my cheek.
My hand in your hair.
Then you hold me…

I forget for a moment that you’re not interested.
And I’m single.
Because playing house is easy.
And your heart is complicated.
I try to love you anyway.

- Tennessee Martin

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