The lover will say it is you
you have done this before
tearing apart
stonewalling
tears like acid
and the tantruming heart
It is not. It is not you any more than it is them
Jealousy, wantoness- the armaments of passion
The stranger tools of love, like peacetime armies
We had failed before,
and here we were in this boat called Myopia
all the considerations that make us who we are
to feel the way we feel
to think the thoughts we think
these fine and invasive considerations
I would take you to be
if you would take me.
Truth, as we all use the word, is a trickster.
But we are irreducible.
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