TRAGIC Poem: When Love Arrived, by Owen Lindley

You arrived.
Not at all like the
simplicity of seasons.
Not at all seamless/ and slow,
not at all graceful
not at all grand.
You arrived. Like
a drunk
roommate at 3 a.m.
clumsy and intoxicated
full
of promise and piss.
Loud and loose and laborious.
Uninhibited. Un reachable.
You arrived breaking and
misplacing
everything
to prove
you are unafraid, you arrived
to convince someone
you are capable.
You arrived spinning, slumbering
almost, mostly, all but
nonexistent.
You arrived like
a small town carnival,
dirty and foreign
flashy and bright
cheap rides for anyone
daring, or desperate, enough
to risk
your bre
aking
down.
You arrived,
the worst of the things
I crave.
Overcrowded
overcompensating,
dependent
on adrenaline
unsatisfied with me
always,
and always
wanting more
hearts
more hands
coming for you,
paying the price
for your time.
You came//you went;
nothing at all like my prayers,
(and yet);
exactly everything
I had prayed for.

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