But at least I'm consistent
In the way that I hurt.
Maybe that's something
You can still look forward to—
A broken heart,
And a kiss to erase the bruises
That I leave when I throw my words
As if they were stones;
The weight of every day
From my shoulders
Falling on yours.
I still can't seem to carry it myself,
But at least I can trust you
To be the one to hold on too.
A&G
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