He paid the bills
he paid the bills
and counted his money
running down the stairs declaring - nearly a million!
who cares? we'd reply
when you die
we're going to give it away
it didn't seem to bother him
money meant something different in his world
something good
something to attain
something to be proud of
to him money was love
a very mixed up
fucked up kind of love
he loved me
although he never said those words
and I loved him
although it breaks my heart
love in different languages is very confusing
and sometimes hurtful
when did love become money?
and, how can we learn to speak each others languages
without hurling arrows at one another?
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