some promises will not be kept
some truths so easily swept
under carpets thickly plush and warm
there will be harm

smiting would some days come
permanent the damage done
promises blithely broken
gaping wounds turned away from

the ache would be the real deal
no balm will dare its edge steal
perhaps that is one promise
that will be kept

i will not lie and tell you that
you’ll be fine no matter what

you will be torn there will be scars
you’ll own them true they will be yours




there are terrible things that happen. they do maim you. they reach deep and touch places that many other things can’t. in that they belong to us. and we to them. in their way, they make us.


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