I can hardly remember a day when my love for you was not so flawed, so messy, so cruel, and unfinished
you returned the favor so
I endured it and I hated it
How could I love so much that it burned me inside, that I should be subjected to a fire that only love could ever make me feel, I never understood it until I did.
Love is so ugly.
And Love is everything we wish it weren't, painful scorching sorrowful scary.
Love stands beyond the tree line, begging for nutrients that take a toll on the soul
It promises a tree, the only promise that is guaranteed
And what an absolutely ugly tree that that tree will be
To grow beyond the tree line, what a lucky ugly deed indeed.