my father’s advice comes to mind
but this is no band aid to be removed
with a quick sleight of hand
as the words finally come out
your lips curl back, trembling
it feels like the kiss of Winter
upon an open wound

did I cut too close to the bone
a question I will forever ask in silence
haunted by the sight of your drowning eyes
screaming in confusion, helpless
as the scorched earth beneath your feet
gives way before the weight of the world

when love does not work the way it was supposed to
it wears you down like a bath of acid
is it brave or cynical to say that at least
we learned to be more careful in the future

the blood will dry
the scars will heal
but I will always remember
your face that day


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