I'm sorry no one
loved you enough
when you were a child
to tell you
it's okay to
feel.
In your stupid little
house, falling apart
quietly,
drowned out by thousands
of other cries
how could you ever have
hope
for salvation?
I'm sorry you had to
live and learn
in a battered,
broken doorway,
but I will not let you
fracture my hands
just because
yours
never grew properly.
-
rhiannon merlot
*ack there hasn't been moodboards for the past 3 poems i'm sorry lol
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