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The Currency of Love
If only you would do this I would love you
Love was her currency.
Words of love always debts to be paid.
Hey, I love you meant pay her share of the rent.
Let’s make love might cost me a weekend escape
for her with her friends, or a surprise hidden credit
card bill mysteriously appearing on the table an hour later.
If only you would do this she whispered, then I would be happy.
But when the task was done there was always another transaction,
another deal, another payment for me to scrape up for peace, but no
matter what I gave it was never a debt which could be paid in full,
just one more thing, just this, just if you do this then I might do this
and we can be happy.
Love as a transaction, but the rate of exchange was steep,
the more I invested the more I lost. Stay home she screamed,
stop traveling, and I will love you… then a few months later, why
are you here, why can’t I have my own life, why are you not gone?