forgive me
for my
staggered
response,
i am still struggling to gain composure from past blows.
the hard expressions
i wear (a mask at best)
and the hostile exterior
i carry (an armor at least)
are all attempts to cushion any sudden or sustained impact
on my mushy softnesses inside,
yet all the walls
i keep building are no match for my constantly outstretched arms
—
my first line of defense and my most faithful traitor
everready to charge headfirst and to wave the white flag
in the battle of hearts.
i must confess
my sleeves have turned black
from wearing my heart on them
so religiously.
you can't
kinstugi shatteredheartpieces
when it's still bleeding,
so i have spent decades perfecting
the art of stitching them together
with flimsy threads of self-love
and forced silver livings.
sometimes i wonder
how despite everything
it still keeps on beating.
sometimes i wonder
why despite everything
it still keeps me alive.
2019-06-13
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