Hearty Love

Hearty love masks madness with petals and dark chocolate.

Bottle caps ring against the marble, 

Like the metal blade of your tongue hitting my internal walls.

We drink to our forgiveness with deep fruit and sweet carbonation. 

Sacrifice drags on in the dark hours of anger.

Each moment a memory adds to the growing fire.

Forgotten acceptance echoes in wisps through the grate.

Dinner for your troubles?

Holding around your waist is hesitance and humor.

One is unsure of the future of our life.

The other bursts through the questionable silence

With silly wit and ridiculousness.

What is the coupling, but a testament

To the strength of letting go

And grabbing onto the string

Of the flying balloon?

I will rest on it with you

Beside our pictured beginning,

The calm moments lingering

With the imagined uncertainties.

Tethered forever.   

The Truth

I have a feeling 

That there’s truth to it.

Someone’s hand on my throat

Putting me against the wall.

I remember it all.

But the face,

It has blurred with time.

And maybe I blocked it out

Or passed out.

Who knows?

All I know is 

That it wasn’t my fault.

I was just a little girl. 

And my mother

Was young. 

Who’s to blame?

The mother or the bad egg?

Maybe something else happened.

Whenever I ask questions,

I’m locked out

And the phone hangs up:

Dead silence on the line. 

Funny how we can’t admit

To being wrong

Even the ones singing the sad songs

With a bottle in their hands. 

Mmhmm. Yeah. 

I have a feeling 

That there’s truth to it.

No matter what you say,

I remember that. 

And I choose to love you.