Why are you so afraid of love?

You asked, and I remembered

the nights I wasn't yet asleep
and too oft I heard
the harshness in the hushed
the fake in the fa├žade

and when I heard the Christmas song
where Mom kissed Santa Claus
I wondered how the boy could laugh

and some nights I asked
"when will this be over?"
my mother soothed me
murmuring "soon"
to me
and to herself

and from what we sought
an end
was the result of their attempt
at love

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.