Thursday, April 12, 2012

A man like that will hit you with bricks,
He'll throw them in your face, in your mind,
Until you start stacking them around yourself.
He might crumble later,
Fall into ruins,
Into pieces of where something should be,
and together you might weep for this.
Weep for the nature of rage
& how it speaks without asking,
weep for a love that doesnt know how to breathe.
But after crying out against this disaster,
He creates a roof of promises over you,
& despite the known leaks,
You will take shelter under it.
You will accept it,
because thats all you are able to do anymore.
A man like that
is only half of what he should be
and will try to take all of you to make up for that
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