“So we talk about leaving // about loss // how I meant to survive it but didn’t // so tell me how sorry you are // without ever changing a thing // how everything has an easy way out // and this must be it // how you’ve never understood me and my searching // and my questions // and my body // how you’ve never known what to do when a trigger is pulled // could have saved me if you wanted // but didn’t // could have loved me like summer // but didn’t // how sometimes love asks us to be better people // and we refuse // how I loved you too much // how you don’t know how to love me // well or soft or // at all // how love asked you to be a better person // how I asked you to be a better person/ / and all the good came spilling out // like muscle memory // and it still wasn’t // enough.”
anyway so i feel like the western obsession with romantic love is symptomatic of the absence of community we experience in our socially isolating society,