II.
To be honest here:
This isn’t my fault.
You listen too quickly,
And move on too fast.
You fail to realize that,
Your words link with each other and form a train
That speeds along
Sidelining everything beyond it.
My words are pitifully slow.
I struggle to gather the right syllables
Searching across ideas and memories
With a one-pronged pitchfork, and a three-legged dog
I Race, I fail to keep up.
This is hard, but it is love.
We still grow with our pains
Aside each other, despite each other
Choosing to see the others faults;
Deciding to be together despite them.
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