My romantic lovers have stemmed from branches

broken off strong platonic relationships

And when the romance bleeds out,

or gets rusty,

or croons like a faulty car engine that no mechanic can repair,

the friendships wobbles like weak knees.

And we use short answers and distractions and distance

to patch the feelings of despair.

The architecture of this poem isn’t very fancy

But it’s good enough to hang my feelings on

I have cried myself to sleep

For stretching myself wide in anticipation of love

And finding heartbreak


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