A Raspberry on my Heart
Are my long time feelings of love|
bound to a respirator?
Is my stockpile of patented patience
Is her fickle finger always poised
over a detonator,
ensuring my eventual crashing loss and
her ultimate win?
Do the words that she spews,
have an edge that would lacerate
any organ of love.
How do I learn to turn away from
that leans on in to give my limping
affection a shove.
I really don’t love her one iota less,
there are just sore spots
that have been raised by the rasping
effect of her words.
Is this a self fulfilling prophecy finally
connecting the dots?
Have I been out of my league, now relegated
back to the herds?
Years have tended to cover up scar tissue,
some still quite raw,
a couple’s mentality glosses over
rough spots with a sheen.
It’s just that lately much of what I hear
sticks in my craw.
Have you been and done that, do you know
what this can mean?
What I surmise is the message cuts like a
knife through soft flesh.
I’ve no chain mail buffering my extended
walk through life.
I guess it’s my duty to absorb some petty grief
like a left handed caress,
after all, she’s probably endured much worse
all these years as my wife.
Submitted for the Tuning Up challenge
Midi: “Cuts Like a Knife”
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