It's the ongoing struggle I fought against
and decided it was futile to argue
so worked at my debt I did.

Then my ongoing struggles without
that person whom is my one true love
became an evident blank in my existence.

So when she found me I became
the living in the now, happily,
that once I had forgotten.

Debt took a backseat until
I found myself thinking of the future
and my stash had run dry.

Now I work terrible hours
nearly every day, if not every,
and my one true is fading away.

If only the delicate balance
of my dumb mistakes in my past
could be more easily corrected.

My debt will not always be there,
I hope, but I do hope more,
that she will be there forever.

So do I sleep in my own bed
next to the person who
despises my every working moment?

Or do we live happily in a cardboard box
because we gave up the worry
and became homeless; hopeless romantics?

11/07/2007

Author's Note: Can a debt that has ruined my life for so long ruin another and possibly huge course of events in my life?

Posted on 11/08/2007
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