I’ve never seen someone crack from a word
Shatter
At least not that one
Like she did
I saw her pupils split
Turn to oceans
My fingertips are still eroded from the salt
The rush was slow
But I saw the sea train down her cheek
Showing the tracks of past conversations
Lovers
Broken tongues and promises
Where the metal had scraped her skin free
Sometimes we forget to love the ones we love properly
Sometimes its easy to forget that someone had a past before you
Until you run right into it
Find your face flattened by someone else mistakes
their misplaced attention
And still you become the one holding your foot in your mouth
Your heart in your hand
Good intentions spitting through you
But Something’s need more delicacy than I can provide
My hands are rough
And strong
Sturdy
Sometimes I am not as gentle as I intend to be
My strength is deceiving
Some words run like oceans with out guards
And I’ve learned even the simplest truths need delicacy
So the next time I speak
I’ll funnel my words straight to your heart
Where it’s safe
Where you can hold it
and remember
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