Flaws, not I but you

It’s easier to see  the flaws in someone else rather than see the ones in ourselves. 

 

The screaming and yelling goes on and on until they are both left crying in pain. 

 

Their souls wounded by the piercing stabbing of each other’s words killing the relationship slowly but fatally. 

 

She wants to be the only one, he wants to be honored by everyone. 

She wants a happy family, he wants to be happy. 

 

Similar but polar. 

 

She wants to talk, he wants to walk. Fight or flight, what is in sight?

 

As a child she would cower in the closet, fearful of losing friends, a father, her family.

 Now an adult she cowers in the closet, fearful of losing her only friend, her lover, her family. 

 

He doesn’t talk about his feelings, not about his childhood, not what he feels as an adult. He just bursts like a volcano not caring whom he hurts, because he is in so much pain himself.

 

She is so scared, she is 31, he is 34, they both have made mistakes.  If they want the same thing, they need to talk or mistakes will be made. 

If they don’t want the same thing, they need to change nothing as the actions at play are in motion to obliterate their 14 year stay. 

 

What will remain is the remnants of the ashes. 

 

It’s easier to see  the flaws in someone else rather than see the ones in ourselves

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world
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