If Love is Patient

You could probably sack groceries
With the bags under my eyes
I've been up all night
Trying to get in touch with you
My phone broke (after it hit the wall)
So I stood on the roof of my house
And screamed your name
Over the falling of snowflakes

I tried to fix the hole in my wall
I couldn't really spackle it right
With my one good arm
I do wish you were here
To kiss my broken hand
But I'd understand
If you couldn't bring your lips to touch me

I have been rethinking my stance
On being right and being happy
And how we've used those terms
So interchangeably, despite their vast difference
I don't care if I'm right ever again
All I want to do
Is fall asleep with you
Under a big, white flag

Darling, as I lay on my roof
I can't help but wonder
That if love is patient
Then why do we fight?
If love is not selfish
Then why do I want you all to myself?
If love endures allThen why are we so tired?
All axioms and metaphors aside
Love is only as deep as our tolerance
For pain and joy
As we can only stand so much of either

Yours Always,