they tell me that
'time fixes everything,'
and as much as
i'd love to d e n y it,
it is true.
i know i hurt you,
and i might still.
but i know i did
the r i g h t thing,
for me, for you
you've stitched your
heart up again,
everything is somewhat
m e n d e d and it is,
concealed from view.
i respect you and
hope i give you that.
you are s t r o n g,
even when it hurts,
and i am too.
- b.c
YOU ARE READING
scintilla
Poetryscintilla, sin/till/ah. a tiny trace or spark of a specified quality or feeling. another collection of poems by bec g. crawley.
