Aftermath
i want you to know that if i told you,
you probably wouldn't
understand, because
in the end it's easier
to believe
that we're the only one who
will ever get it anyway.
it isn't really.
this is a poem about
love
and family
and the way they mostly
take your words away,
or mine, anyhow,
and they leave you
frozen -
but you knew that,
didn't you?
you probably already
knew -
but I wouldn't complain if you said it anyway:
i'm listening, or
i hear you, or
me too.
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