I love you.
it's simple
and truer than
any other truth
you've ever heard.

you love me.
I know this
without any doubts.

I fail you sometimes,
in little ways, I think;
in failing to remember
or in failing to remind you -
I don't know -

and you fail me
in the same ways;

and both of us
store these offenses away
like foolish squirrels
hiding evil acorns
that will make us sick
come winter.

but not this time;

this time,
let me rage
because the offense is not small
and if I store it away
there won't be room left
for us anymore.

you love me.
I know this
without any doubts.

I love you.
it's simple
and comes
with no strings
but this one:

this time,
let me rage.

06/07/2008

Posted on 06/07/2008
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