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Struggle

You’d think it would be easy
to give you up,
let you go,
consign you to the dustbin
of my memory.

Not so fast.

There’s no amour
in this love game:
vanity fair
stare-down
shakedown
take-down
of all that makes
good sense.

I would rather
taunt the lion,
prod the cobra,
clasp a viper to my breast
and take what comes.
Do anything but lose.

But though I make of this
a war,
jihad,
an epic fight,
it really is quite simple:
turn around and walk away.
So easy that it’s hard.

No matter that I play to win
in our little hate game,
by craving victory
(your love)
I lose.

This was written for Sunday Scribblings 2.

2 comments:

oldegg said...

The intensity of a love/hate relationship is much the same. I have found that a loving doe can so easily turn into an angry lion or even a venomous snake...not recently though, thank heavens.

November 22, 2014 at 10:18 PM
Alice Audrey said...

Love never comes on the wings of one-ups-manship.

November 24, 2014 at 10:19 AM