love is like a lopsided ball
it starts off all full and round
sometimes perfectly so
and after a while
the air inside and outside
adjusts and shifts it
to match surroundings
it becomes distorted
one way or another
either from lack of air
weird placement
what have you
you try to roll it
the ball goes off course
you try to sit on it
and it doesn’t cooperate
but once you’ve got it
it can keep you balanced
shows you not everything
has to be perfect
all anything really needs
is to fit in with what is there
so… love is like a necessary,
quirky and lopsided ball.
