Our Stains

a poem for a class; from a "line donation" exercise; sometimes love is not so beautiful

Our Stains

You, the battle of which I never weary
I win, I lose
But it doesn’t really matter
Because you’re here

We laugh and we play
We scream and we cry
It’s not whitewashed, what we have
It is bold and stained vivid with our shared understanding

Our love is like gunfire, you can feel it for miles
The intended target slain
Though everyone looks for the seeping wound
Secretly hoping it was them
But it is only for us

It is our eternal battle
It is life
It is our love
It is us