Curses and escapes.
Darling, don’t you fear
the storms within your house—
you had a shield:
me,
so near.
Yet you swung that shield around,
your anger
reflecting your father’s mirror.
— “I gotta understand, how?”
— “Everything is understandable,
but your fault.”
Your heart
was etched with scars and holes.
A simple stitch
won’t satisfy it whole.
Sorry I did
crack it all wide apart.
Then she must come
not to fall the chambers apart.
Yet you wield her
as your shield.
Pushed me away—
I’ll never turn around.
In a flash,
she was about to leave.
The love can’t heal…
were you misled
as a cow?
Spring,
summer,
autumn,
and then—
fell faster than the leaves,
your love stories in the wind.
A fragile angel of love,
haunted always
by a devil behind.
Are they all
mother-wounds,
father-scars?
How could a stranger
ever mend
what’s buried that far?
I hope you’re okay.
Don’t carry the weight
into chapter two.
The one
who once stitched
my wounds back new
was also the one
who tore them open, too.
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