We weren’t supposed to last, we defied the impossible
Sometimes, it feels what we have is wrong
We both know it, we both feel it, and they express it too
Their gaze, their words, their subtext, they confess it well
But why are we still here?
Is it a matter of inconvenience? A matter of pride?
Pride, in all its forms
A partnership that is all too settled, entirely laid out
So why uproot a road if it functions in its basic core?
We stay even if it means we surrender our potential,
amidst the face of the imaginable
It still feels what we have is right
They know it, they feel it and we express it too
We look, we say, we understand
We tell it well
Are these enough reasons to make us stay longer?
Ease may be short term but integrity is forever
Pride is relative, choose the good ones
Life is malleable, be certain if things fit
Bare minimum, oh but we demand more
Is this love? A corrupted kind of love
We thrive in it, it looks as if we do
Why is this enough for us?
How could we subject children to be part of this?
Do we try to be better? Sometimes, it feels like it
We pursue a shift
We attempt but we struggle
Change seems futile, but is it though?
Why aren’t we modifying things further?
Do we bathe in our shared trauma?
Is this why we cast each other as lovers?
Is this sufficient reasoning?
We may be healing and comforting each other
But likewise, we still sustain the cycle of abuse
Unless we alter our path, for our sake and our children’s sake
Did we settle? Do we feel no one else could ever take us?
Are we good for each other, in a rotten way?
Are we bad for each other, in a pure way?
Our love may be rusting us away, day by day
But it’s our degradation, our downfall
It’s the kind of love that we have,
we drop and climb
But at least, this is yours and mine
And at the most, we are part of something colossal
We still choose each other every day
With the highs and lows,
the beauty and the grotesque,
the breaking and the perfection
It’s you and me in perpetuity