love is a renewable resource

an aquifer buried, perhaps just west of our lungs

that we can can drain with reckless abandon

to give to people,

and things,

,, and more people

with questionable rights and, even more,

questionable motives

Crack shale, and pump in poison,

to find the latest dregs of emotion

hoping to keep

to own.

Once I gave,

two people, shining

the rights to a greater amount

than ever relinquished

before

A sun and a comet,

a queen and a sword

and the farmer

made three

and we would dole out

to each other

carefully unmeasured,

cups of our attention.

Pouring it where needed,

filling every hole

emptied by business owners

who by generational contracts

seemed to have bought our souls

love is a renewable resource

insofar as you filter its waste-

three wells brimmed with effluent

here a methane leak,

a horde of rats,

a pyre built of love and trash

A confession:

I hate to admit it affects me 5 years later. But there isn't anything as vulnerable as being young and in a relationship with two people who you've known almost your entire life. To have your lives intertwined, your dreams written together, your insecurities built on their words. I wouldn't be alive if we hadn't had each other. I can't help but wonder if our lives will ever cross again, even if I avoid thinking of them with all I have.