Sometimes the politics make no sense.
Sometimes I'm overwhelmed with the thought
that it will be your face I'll see, forever,
and really? The rest of my life? Do I really want to do this?
but stopping makes no sense.
Some days I realize what a gaping nothing there would be
If I kicked and screamed and worked out our differences
(tried to work out our differences)
And nothing worked. If the holes I'd tear couldn't be closed.
But still. Do I want to stay this way?
Inertia kills. Or at least wounds.