Your wounds Fit into my wounds Like a puzzle box Clicking open Cosmic Obsessive Frightened Ecstatic Feverish Clinging Home in someone else's skin I was lost And now was found I thought You thought We both thought But then— The patterns The ones we'd learned Swore we'd never repeat We set each other off Like a lighter And a fuse Blinded By feelings Love Betrayal Resentment Longing Wishing for things We could not name Would not name Expecting each other To just Know No one can just know You know? You have to tell them You have to Be vulnerable Even if it is scary And you have to Remember That they are hurting too It can't be all About you
Thank you to imi for the wonderful image prompt. ❤️
Very nice. Thank you.
Ah...those comfortable wounds...hurt so good.