If there ever was a moment
to start being gentle,
taking care of other hearts
the way mine would want to be treated,
to start blowing kisses
at times curses would rather come forward,
to start caressing feelings
when thoughts would rather explode,
to start being brave,
killing hopes and taking responsibilities,
Let them down easy but be free of guilt still-
I’d thank you in the way
roses get plucked to declare love
I died, so I’d know not to kill again
So I’d know not to break those hearts
the way you broke mine.
AB – 3.5.18
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