Call me selfish
but when we took
our new love
off life’s shelf
I expected it
to be perfect
but as we built it
it became apparent
we weren’t just missing
one or two pieces
but rather many more
Was it out my fears
from previous years
or was it just lust
convincing the both of us
that the love making
romantic weekends
and one on ones
would be enough to fix
all the issues
we were facing
amidst a mixed family
with 2 different generations
of confused people
all with our own issues
the biggest one being
TRUST
But call me selfish
because I still desire
the love regardless
the pain it costs
because a second with her
I’d gladly exchange for a year
of my life versus a lifetime
without her love