Month: July 2024

Broke open. 
And though that cold stone 
Turned to flesh 
It now aches
In a way 
I don’t know how to heal 
And guilt fills 
Where apathy rested 
Where love should grow
And I go mad 
With remorse. 
Irredeemably? 

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And warm, 

Who makes you feel safe, 

And realize, 

That you’re not quite as patient 

As you should be, 

And fills you with guilt,

For your wrongs, 

In a way

That only the innocent can.

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