Monday, December 13, 2021

My love poem of me

Love is true. I find there's always what I hope is one dancing line. Something that just might indicate what it means to walk out the door. Ever see people jump from one marriage to another? The instinct seems to be to not look deeper because obviously marriage must be sacred. I must be the problem. Did I decide to breathe today? That must be the problem. Did I dare to have my own routine? I must be the problem. It seems that to be obedient is what it means to deserve to be loved. Otherwise the world actually is real and that marriage is an adaptation, not an escape. Marriage means that marriage is what it is. The institution itself is just a meaningless piece of paper. Otherwise what need is there for a husband and a wife? Details like to exist whether I look here or there. I was born on a square it's impossible to jump off of. If you get married either you'll be able to go to the store or you'll always be miserable wishing you could. Either you'll be able to lust after other people or you'll spend the rest of your life wishing you could. Marriage still presents a dilemma of choosing to be miserable or choosing to be happy as though a partner has nothing to do with it. Now that I think of it, marriage seems to be anti-love because love seems to exist anyway, but marriage seems to need permission to push love out the door. So what need is there for marriage anyway? If marriage is just another cart and carriage of a cold world, why care for marriage? Well, why care about a hospital or a psychiatrist or a book store? No matter where I go there I am. If you're tired of cliches, they're humble reminders that whats been said's been said before but the only unique style is how to walk. But a man and a woman can love each other without the government's permission. That's the true tough pill for an irrelevant institution. If marriage doesn't serve love then let marriage die and let love remain.

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