Trying Not to Hate You
The crushing weight of expectations fills your cup
until the wine reverts to water
spilling all over your new tile floor.
Stainless steel appliances rusting.
Guilt stains your bedsheets
like blood from a wound re-opened
with the letters you left unread.
These, unlike the tiles, will stain.
You’ll paint over the dining room
and repaint bedrooms the same shade of green
so was the color really the problem?
Or was it the painter?
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So much emotion! And what a great last line.
I really like the last stanza, the repeated use of the same shade of green to suggest a cycle of making the same mistakes or not addressing the root cause of the problem is a very powerful metaphor, well done!
“a wound re-opened
with the letters you left unread.” Oh my. That’s a great image/line/concept. Good work.