The Opposite of Love
with roles reversing
love to hate to love
to something else again
and maybe not all are like this.
Maybe some are steadfast
knowing, confident, linear
I hear they exist
but I’ve never seen it.
My parents weren’t loving
to each other, unless love
masked under fury, meanness.
The camouflage uncovered
years later explained heartache.
And us. I was stupid, you were a Rockstar
I thought you were smarter, better, stronger
I thought you were all I could never be
until I was, realizing late, that you weren’t.
It’s not that we were opposites.
but you have always convinced yourself of truths
while I’ve had to research mine, knowing
from experience, all is not what it seems
especially when family is involved.
You adjust blinders, I remove mine.
I’ve touched the bottom and seen my truth,
cold, ugly, frightening, undeniable.
You skirt the edges.