we are disconnected
like a faulty
circuit.
we wait
hoping that
the bulb will turn on.
it flickers then dies.
we've tried to rewire
too many times.
it has costed
money, time,
and patience
that have all worn thin.
it would be insane
to think that
we could both
come together
to make the bulb glow
constantly
without faults
when we still blame
each other.
holding grudges
like politicians.
i'm done with trying
when you don't
want to help.
let's turn out backs
on caring about
the amps and volts
and get on with
other experiments
with new partners
because we failed
physics collectively,
but can succeed
without each other.
YOU ARE READING
she likes the color yellow
Poesíamy soul in poem form. i'm not a good poet, but i've learned to be vulnerable.
