Barbed Wire

You and me,
We are at a point where we
Know what to expect from one another.

You will make me cry,
And I will defy
Everything you tell me, mother.

You are barbed wire in my side,
And I in yours, it hurts, but it is better to abide,
Than to try and remove it.

 Removing the wire,
Although of it we tire,
Would  cause more flesh to split.

 Even worse still,
Flip-flopping at will
Makes a big gaping hole.

 So unhappy consistency let's keep
So that our wounds go only this deep,
Merely lacerations on the soul. 

 

The End

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