There are things you're not supposed to, things you shouldn't do.
things that happen anyway.

   You shouldn't throw words like a knife,
             at the one person who cares about you,
             and twist it in so the wound
             doesn't just leave a mark butburns
             just because
             you hurt enough to need something to lash out at, and she's it.

   You shouldn't force someone to grovel,
            years on years every time he sees you,
            because he might have broken your heart but
            he's done near everything except move a mountain
            to try and mend it since yet --
            all you see is the past.

   You shouldn't have a heartbreaking conversation
            that lasts through to 2 o'clock in the morning, not when
            your daughter
            is listening, not even hidden by the shadows,
            tears streaming down her face and breathing uneven but quiet
            because neither of you notice her but it's too late to escape now.

But you do.

            (and everything is perfect until it all comes falling around you)
and then it isn't.

                     (because all you ever are is unfailingly human)
and that's never enough, is it?