You and your eyes both apologise to me on behalf of the world
On behalf of dust particles that land on my skin
And on behalf of every bad season I had to go through
And everyone who has ever treated me badly
You whisper a million apologies to me
and your eyes whisper ten million more
And when you look at me with that sincerity
I can't help but think that it all can be forgiven
And suddenly, it all is.
YOU ARE READING
Fragments
Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
