It's like we're
both
waiting, wounded, worried
animals.
Waiting for the other
to come help.
But neither of us
is strong enough
to go to the other.
Angry, defeated,
and torn.
Screaming at our beloved
in "righteous" fury
at their (and our)
disability/inability
to Help.
The World Is Made
Like This.
Guilt the other to action.
Shame them into moving,
then reward them
for obeying your whims.
Like training a pet,
or abusing a child.
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