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I now wonder why

I cannot write

In all the ways I  have before.



I guess

It’s all in the name of love,

One woman took my wallet,

Another tried to take my mind

My heart got tired of being broken

To the point my soul has just slammed the door.



“Nothing ventured is nothing gained.”

This is a motto I cannot afford

Let alone understand the hope of relentless optimism.



“It’s better to have loved and lost

Than never to have loved at all.”

This is for those who have perpetual vigils at the sea of love,

As if “there are many other fish in the sea”.

Right, like just about any love worth having

Is expendable and replaceable.

I absolutely love my broken heartedness

SO MUCH

I just can’t help but want to live my life telling about

“THE BIG ONES THAT GOT AWAY”.



Gone are the days of,

“It’s not YOUR money, or MY money,

It’s OUR money.”

“Gone are the days of,

Courtship, mutual respect, and determination

To make relationships work.



Some marry for money,

Some marry for images they call love.

Gold diggers can find money,

But you can’t find love.



No more does love bond a marriage.

It’s no more than a contract that says:

I respect you enough,

Not to hurt or monopolize you,

Expect that you respect me,

To put in writing that I am determined

To stay in this process of living life with you

Through good and bad,

And allow sexual relations to happen

For the sake of children.

Or that it is a financial agreement

To get discounts on life’s offerings

Such as car insurance,

Buying a home,

Health insurance, etc.



But where does it say that love is this adoring,

FUZZY FEELING.



For me,

It has to be a process.

How many marriages break up…

Over money which is pride and greed based.

Over the abuse of a partner,

    Where feelings stem from insecurities involving

     Enviousness and jealousy.

Over how to raise children,

    “My way is better.”  How arrogant.

Over infidelity, which is lust.

People break up without realizing,

They’ve flirted and danced well

With one of the seven deadly sins.



Anger

Pride

Lust

Greed

Sloth

Envy

Gluttony



Or they break up because

Someone in that relationship doesn’t know how to say “no”.

Annoyance turns to Resentment,

Resentment builds to Rage,

And the wedding day champagne’s cork’s

              POPPING

               ECHOES

Into the eruption of bitterness and hate.



I feel as if in my own relationships

They have fallen

Due to seeing EVERYTHING.

Lust, Greed, Sloth,

Abuse—physically, mentally and sexually,

Where one or both of us were guilty of committing

Grave robbing on another’s self esteem.



Marriage is as flaky as a croissant roll,

Because no one knows how to love anymore.

And when love is a flaky thing to understand,

One has to keep the 7 black birds

Away from eating the crumbs

Before they pick one’s heart clean.



How raw the anguish,

To be picked clean

Clear down to the bone.



Even though

I never want to love again

Because I wonder if I’m really able,

I know I will,

Because it is a primary need,

Like a seed,

Sleeping silently within us

That grows ever larger.



Then after I have wondered about my own ability’s

I wonder,

Who of any of us IS able?



Perhaps those of us who can look in a mirror,

Who can accept our “deadly sins”,

With pure heart and honest intent

To change willingly,

CAN

IF

They can find someone

Who can do the same for themselves.



And in that weird little jig,

Point out each other’s sins,

Without beating them with

Raw ravaged bones.