19 April, 2011

Hiccup

I suspect you’ve heard this before:
I love you, I love who you are, it’s only just that
once in a while, things get so so so
ccccomplicated.
Tired at night and in the morning,
conversations gather speed and volume;
can’t you keep your voice down?
I’m not trying to (insert complaint) but
once in a while, things get so so so
emoooootional.
Screaming and shouting,
while remaining silent, is a skill
one must learn in order to be in love.
I love you, I love who you are, it’s only just that
once in a while, things get so so so
bOOOOOOOring.
Action falters, inertia takes over
and our natural progression
seems to stop progressing and simply floats.
We hiccup along, wanting to play but
once in a while, things get so so so so so so
ancient.
Our patience is met and matched by
our stubborn intolerance for failure.
I love you, I love who you are, it’s only just that
once in a while, things get so so so
nostalgic.

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