Commitment
A Poem About Long-Term Relationships
By Natasha LalondePublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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My love for him is squirming lines on lined paper
And this lined paper is a box, a steel box I’ve put him into
This box is a falling missile and it’s coming
Oh, it’s coming
Falling
missiles
are
the start of a series of very sad poems
And these poems have always been the hoods I’ve raised when it’s raining
Our hoods are our hearts, somewhat cracked
Our cracked hearts are cracked skies
Cracked skies are uneven sunlight and confusing weather
I love weather
I love his weather
I love him whether or not I know it
When weather withers,
Love
Does not
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About the Creator
Natasha Lalonde
70% Monica, 30% Phoebe. Oh, and I like to write.
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