april thirteen
looking in
a mirror,
i saw
you in
the greyest
corners
of my
shoulders and
knees.
"go away."
you told
me,
watching
and
whispering
with no
ill intent in
your eye.
then we shook
ourselves up
at
the realization
of how
terrible
we once
were. near
the staircase
all
alone.
we loathed
our
recollections;
yearning only
to
rejoice
at the
death of
a
perfect
man.
and in
a sea of
gaping
mouths and eager
ears,
we took
our uncertainties
out on
the other,
painfully wading
through the
mire that
is the
faults
of our fragile
beginnings
in order to
reach the blessed
present.
now
it
hurts me just
to write
these things
as
i
cannot
forget
the
pain
we
caused
our
God.
and it
makes so
little
sense to me
that He's
okay with
us.
though that
is
the case,
i'm okay
with
you.
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