<rose>
Is it not odd that in relationsips
the demand of that frighful phrase
is sought out too quickly
and not fast enough?
This single dirty, beautiful phrase
infests my sinking heart
shredding each path
until this one.
For no special reason
this one is not as difficult.
Maybe... Twisted? Swirly?
Downside up.
I don't know if I could.
I don't know if I will. and
I don't right now, but
I'll be here as long as you are because
this one is downside up perfect.
This poem is about:
Me