How badly my pain wants to be unique
So scared of it’s ordinariness
Its watery impersonality
Its plain featured face
It constructs a tale of why it’s different
From all the other people
But all children of pain have the same mother
Suffering
My love doesn’t need to be special
Because it is everything
Unpredictable urges
Spontaneous strikes
Wide brush strokes
It is in the everyday that love springs
The splash of a wave onto the boardwalk
The tight strings of a banjo
The glass eyes of a stranger
No need to withhold that which is abundant
Give the sweetness
Because the sweetness gives back
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