Mary Requires Compromise

If you can’t break it down to your grandma then you don’t understand it

“You marrying the girl” she ask me, I say no way,  

Marrying requires compromise and Mary also said take me as I am, my best my worst and I don’t think I’m there

Yet

Tripping through my own words, I wish I could explain to this battered woman, 

With two kids, both bastards 

Why I can’t explain what love is but if you can’t explain it to a five year old you don’t understand it

In this case she’s four and her eyes match mine 

Her blonde streaks emit little torches when the sun hits it

I wish I could see love through her eyes

She says “I love you this much” and reaches like she can tickle both sides of the house

I say i love you I love you I love you I mean it and I feel it but I can’t explain it

And if you can’t break it down Barney style then you don’t understand it 

Simple as put, since nursery rhymes it’s been I love you and you love me

Let’s throw that word around along with compromise 

Love is patient, love is kind but here comes

“You think you can just do whatever the hell you want,” quote, unquote 

That phrase feels like tinnitus to me

Feels like doing whatever I want was what I was conceived for 

My ego teeters on doing what I feel 

Tethered 

To this body this mind but brother, that doesn’t work for me

I’d prefer to go over

I’d prefer to have an explanation

For a bond, a chemistry, a bond through chemistry 

I’d wish I’d get it but if you can’t explain it to yourself, then you don’t understand