We fling hurtful words at each other
And create little cracks
Hairline cracks that slowly join up and erode into my being
When we make up
We attempt to paint over the cracks
With soothing words and innocuous statements
"The soup's too salty" or I tell you about my day
And we tread lightly around each other while the paint dries
Is the paint thick enough to hold the cracks?
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3 comments:
looks like you have a bf problem.
It sounds like it, but it's not.
Use Nippon?
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