Whe was in a thousand pieces
But was perfectly polite
and said all the right things
But the bruises on her throat
Spoke a million words
Of pain
Struggle
and despair
Photo by William Priess on Unsplash
Home
Different
Being what they want me to be
Or being seen and heard for who I am
A different person
from you
Photo by oktavianus mulyadi on Unsplash
Heavy
He was closed minded
Heavy
And rigid
And he refused to look into
or change
any of it
Photo by Gianfranco Grenar on Unsplash
Millions of ways to heal
There are millions and way to heal
Just because you haven’t found the right one
Doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist
Photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash
a little late in the day
And then
a little late in the day
he decided he was going to be nice
but it was a little late in the day
to say the least
new perspectives
the truer I become
the truer I become to me
the more I see things around me
for what they really are
Photo by Ken Cheung on Unsplash
The cynic
He prided himself on being a cynic
He had completely given up
on empathy
Photo by Taras Chernus on Unsplash
Pretty fast
Good intentions
He had good intentions
Listened a little bit
But then said an awful lot
A lot of ´you need to´
follow by ´right?´
every other sentence
Giving her the feeling
that she
was slightly stupid
and he
a lot smarter than her