No one ever tells you
How much it all affects you
When you're young
They don't tell you–
These trees, these drives
These hands, this land–
They don't leave you for a long time
This same aching feeling
This pounding in your chest,
This sweat on your brow,
The curiosity and confusion,
It's still there
Twenty years later
It's all right under the surface
The burning shame,
The fear in your throat,
At night under the covers
When your mind won't sleep
No one tells you
How you'll always remember
Your favorite shirt in third grade
Or how he made fun of your voice
Or the way your parents touched you
They don't tell you
How you'll remember
The absences or
How one angry yell can cover
A whole year of kindness
They don't tell you that
This– right now
It never really goes away
This too is a mercy–
That they don't tell you
That you will do the same thing
yikes oLIVIa. its not like you had to punch me with your words that hard wowwww xoxo xxx
ReplyDeleteI LOVE U !!!!!!! would never intentionally hurt u with my words,, but here we are
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