Buildings Made from Ruins

Maybe we were never built for longevity.

We teeter between perfection and insanity,

Praying we find our way back to spaces so Holy, so sacred, so worthy of our love.

Maybe we were never built for monogamy.

We find our way back to the comfort of arms we never forgot,

Sinning in ways that feel like the most reverent prayers.

Maybe we were never built for love.

Not in the Biblical sense but the love we have redefined and defiled,

The love that has no place between nimble thighs that shake.

Maybe we were never built for loss.

The slipping away of years and memories that leave us heavy and empty,

Forgetting the very things that once made us whole.

Maybe we were never built for happiness,

The need to wear faux-smile clad masks comes all too easy to a people who were meant to smile on their own.

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