Benjamin

We are not made monogamous.

I'll pretend my mind is out of order
If you'll trample on my memories.
Take down posters of reality actors
Let us mourn for our beloved deceased.

Sleepless nights, I'll stare at the window
If you may, would you come to the door?
This road, perhaps a little narrow
Monogamy, will drive us all to war.
Monogamy, will drive us all to war.

Dangerous whispers, I hear you say my name
Midnight phone calls with the lovers you have claimed.
You wanted options, of course you wanted shame.
Double standards, now who is to be blamed?

My love
her faith
his memory
your hate

We threw our promises into a blast furnace
because the tip of our tongues could no longer hold this weight
Much too heavy, our lies have catched love's pace
Sink me, burn me, honey set me straight.

This glass may never hold you,
one's arms will never be enough.
Stripes and spots, who are we to argue,
thank heavens the romantics can never catch our bluff.
The romantics can never catch our bluff.

Drown the last of each other
Opposite poles weren't meant to attract
You were beautiful when you were 6 feet under
Now i'll love you only in the abstract.

My love
her faith
his memory
your hate.

Reviews

[Leaner Pastures]

Very true, biologically, we are not monogamous, most paternity studies have shown a surprising percentage of offspring by married women to not be fathered by the husband.

A good job of capturing the angst and disconnect that occurs when the social contract of monogamy is violated. You also painted a very good picture of an issue I have been struggling with, how we make promises that are truly meant when spoken, yet impossible to honor in time.

"We threw our promises into a blast furnace
because the tip of our tongues could no longer hold this weight"