Everything You Oughta Know: James D. Maslow

he was my first sunrise.
the first hand in my hand.
the only world I ever knew.
for ten years
i built a fortress out of his shadows
and believed him when he said
i was safe to dream.
i did not know
that while i was carrying him
in the most fragile way
he was already quiet at the joints
undoing us.
now the music has stopped
and the terror i am holding alone
is too heavy to name.
some truths hit harder than lies.