Perhaps I’ve been too focused on love.

Dove stained brown despite the sound my contract made as my pen glazed ink across its pages..

Sinking as my heart did knowing love was hidden, true but afraid



And what of the bruise one endures when they open their heart? What is the purpose of screaming and letting go

To be let go


Hold on to me I say forever and maybe I’ll find my knees forged together happily instead of begrudgingly

I won’t hide from my heart


But I’ve got the door locked.


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