Love, Part One

Love is warped,

And I've accepted that.

There was not

Enough love for me

To keep him from breaking

My mother's heart.

To keep him home

On weekend nights.

This is because

Some admire,

And some desire.

Love is uneven,

And I've accepted that.

There was not

Enough patience

As an eleven year old girl

Set up a family game night,

When a mother scowled with pain,

Retreating, as my father

Felt a daughters guilt

Of trying to bring her parents

Back together.

Love is not for those

Who settle,

It is for those who fight.

And I never,

Hardly ever,

Heard my parents fight.