in some ways, you are as hard as the bricks your father has built around you
i know when your cynicism hatches into your thoughts
but ive seen you cry with rolling credits across your face
ive felt your lungs break when i asked if you were okay
ive seen your eyes and your trust hang to the floor
i saw the makeup roll off your face when you told me you were afraid to be close
i know when your anger starts to melt into drops
i know when art overwhelms your soul
i know the hand that wrings my own heart
when i see rivers slide down your jaw
because your heart plays music
for only a privileged few
it plays louder
than your father's negativity
and it bursts through
the bricks around you
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