Diet of Crooked Affection

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
When you are ugly, sometimes your love is ugly too . . .

Submitted: June 15, 2015

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Submitted: June 15, 2015

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It is so hard

When the song is so sweet

And the words so anguished

Pluck all the tiny little petals off of me and return them

To the mud

From which the flower stands

Tall and clear

When the head knows better

But the roots nurture

The medulla

Black and chaotic

Leaking

Every time I bend over

Desire not

Desire not

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Oh with all my petals plucked can I look down into the water

And see such an ugly face

Wounded beauty - Never was beautiful

Bow my head

And let the rain run down rosy cheeks but it

Certainly won’t cleanse away

It won’t fix this

Crooked stem

And muck-loving roots

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When the song is so sweet

I make the mistake

And the head lets go

and swims for a bit in the muck

And then it’s all memories churning the medulla,

Black and congealing

Till it binds me upright

And all there is of me is

Desire, desire

And peace is forsaken for home

Let me come home

Lord let me come home a while

With all my ugly faces plucked

All my ugly faces bowed

All my ugly faces loved

Because someone stood tall and clear

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I became ugly

When I stood tall and clear

I became honest

When I loved the muck down to my roots

You can’t cleanse away

You can’t fix this crooked stem

You can’t pluck when you’re a little ugly too

But if I could just wipe away the rain from your rosy cheeks I’d

Let you come home and

Bind you upright with my lost petals and I’d

Forsake the black and chaotic just for one moment

And let a long lost sense of faith shine on our ugly faces

And let the heart go

lean into each other

Two imperfect children

Two mismatched pieces of heart

Two become stronger from near death

Two forsaken

Standing tall and clear above

The reflection of our former selves

Free and clear of the currents

That sought to break us down

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 I have faith that someday

our greater good, our real and loving selves, will triumph, even if the time isn't now

 


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