Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Dysfunctional

When the abnormal becomes normal,
the dysfunction makes our insides sore.
No dagger stings or penetrates deeper
than when it comes from a loved one who
analysis it, dissects it and wallows in it.
In the end, details don't matter.

Love,
at the core of our being
may be battered and bruised,
but it can survive.

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