How can you love
Something so torn?
How can you love
The remains of life and time?
A hallow form
of horrid memory and hate.
Always making choices,
always the wrong decision.
How can you feel for
a failed impressionist?
It's baffling,
how much love you possess.
It's confusing
how your affection never wavers.
Sometimes I think it's misplaced,
but the love and affection
will always be returned,
though disguised,
or afraid to show.
It will always be there