marriage

Oh, what useless things are we-
wasted tools
with rusted parts-
what empty, foul, and ugly forms we take.
Our jagged edges,
broken pieces,
missing, loose, and crumpled parts-
once were new and never meant to break.
But doubt and anger
fear and hatred-
lies and lies and lies and tears
wore away the beauty and the care.
And after one too many drinks
and arguments - and unsaid love
we striped away the good
that once was there.