dentata d’amor

our love
was a mouth full
of baby teeth
as we grew
it loosened
fell out
as adulthood
forced it’s way
to the surface

it took growing
to find the truth
behind the enamel
of what love
should truly be

to straighten it out
with metal bands
that only constrict
the natural flow
as we wonder
why it never
seemed to last
until you find
that crooked smile
that completes
your fractured soul

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