When love is left
and leaving feels right
opposites don’t always
attract, they fight.
When love has left
and nothing feels right
opposing it doesn’t always
work, don’t fight.
It’s sometimes painful
But the truth does mean well
in various ways
and shades of grey
It daunts us
and like past familiars
it haunts us
chills us ask we know
we’re in the same room as it
a shadow cast from what once was
watches us objectively
A cloud that hangs
Between our love, in the way
You try to ignore it
As it rains on your parade.
When love is extreme left
Fascist and invasive
Cold and abrasive
You’re right to be a communist and say,
“we should be the same”.
But we’re polar opposites
It dawns on us at last
like callouses from continuous struggles
we never could look past
we’re fighting to unite ideals
too vast.