Had I known early on that you were a rock and could withstand the waves, I wonder if I wouldn’t have treaded so lightly? I try not to think of what ifs. I know they’re not helpful in building the life I want to live. But when there’s questions I had never asked, I left a lot of room for them to slip in.
Rock
I think about being stuck
between a rock and a hard place.
Is that why you always suggested
that we fuck on the ground?
It hits harder that way.
You rock,
but this is a hard place
to be in.
You’re what they mean
when they say loving isn’t easy.
There are times I would have given up everything
just to have you see me.
I mean that in every way possible,
so go ahead, pick your meaning.
My least favorite thing about you
was your need for convenience,
clashing with my need for effort.
The ground was impactful enough,
we didn’t need to make it harder.
You said we would stop
when it no longer made sense.
I don’t think you will ever
not make sense.
But I stop.
I was told to keep us grounded.
I have a tendency of tripping, you see.
Losing my footing, slipping,
I can fall over my own feet.
We did the same.
Always a bit too late,
I catch myself.
When did it ever make sense?
We’re going to need to redirect.
You take it with love
like I knew you would.
You see, a rock doesn’t budge
when you’ve kept it grounded so good.
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 