just when things are looking up,

               something always falls apart.

you get trampled under their arguing

and it tears me up inside.

or you rip yourself to tiny bits, trying to

rearrange the parts of yourself

               you don’t like.

something always falls apart, Love.

and I’m starting to wonder

if we’ll ever get

               a decent amount of peace.

or if I’ll just spend

the rest of Our forever

               picking up your pieces.