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We Tried To Make Uneven Pieces Fit
Why can't I say I love you?
Without the previews,
That begin with tests to emphasize...
Your specialty is drama.
Why can't you just accept,
How I feel?
Without the need to see,
How deep you perceive...
A reality you can believe,
That you seek from me to reveal?
Both of us have survived,
Other relationships.
Both of us have said we tried,
To make uneven pieces fit.
And cried our eyes,
Until we squinted to see through slits.
Just to prove our cloudless eyes...
Can and did swell up a bit.
Why can't I say I love you?
Without the previews,
That begin with tests to emphasize...
Your specialty is drama.
With your re-enactments staged...
To portray the wounding done,
And suffered...
By a recovering ingénue?
Accompanied by sobbing...
To express,
'No one really knows what I've gone through? '
I do!
But I am not commited,
To revisit those scenes with you.
With those props to stop a heart,
In mid beat!
Poetically,
I can understand this.
A psychologist,
I am not.
I love you,
Not your past agonies.
I want to establish a future with you!
But I will not sit and applaud,
Every detail of your healing process.
With an ovation that would please.
I have reason,
If I wanted to...
To express my own sorrows.
But why should I invest our happiness,
Together we can get...
With the borrowing of that kind of time?
The past ideals are pushed out of mind.
We tried...
To make uneven pieces fit.
We tried it,
To make uneven pieces fit.
We tried...
To make uneven pieces fit.
We tried it,
To make uneven pieces fit.
poem
by
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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