There is no way to know if
My trauma and yours
Are in any way
Comparable
I promise
You do not know
My nightmares of
Seeing the brain of
A first love
Stop looking like a brain
After it has exploded
I promise
I could not know
Any of the pain you have seen
Whether from your father or
Best friend or
Some random man in a parking lot
While you assume
What you have been through
Should get to dictate
Anyone else's response to pain
I promise
You could never know
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The Lovers ♡ Poetry & Prose
Poesiemore poetry, endless poetry I have too many feelings and not enough people that care to hear about it my apologies -closed- ♡please consider supporting me on patreon (link in bio)- I aim to publish most of my writing for entirely no cost to the read...
