You’re swallowing shards of glass to make your words sound more poisonous than they actually are. Please show me your wounds and I’ll help bandage it up- I keep a first aid kit under the bathroom sink. We can mend the physical parts of you that ache. It’s not as serious as you make it, right ? Rest it off. Sleep the day away. Ignore me for the weekend. It’s all the same and it’s a methodical, sticky pattern. It’s like every season shatters you. I don’t have enough seeds to plant in your garden, so I pull perennials from mine and watch you bloom forever. Tell me when it’s not enough. Tell me the truth. Tell me everything you heard because the rumors are sometimes true -It’ll cut me deep, but I never bleed. So help me help you for the sake of helping. Stop biting back because I know you’re tired too. Your teeth aren’t sharp anymore. So please sit in the wreckage with me for awhile. Until the sun sleeps and we can roam dark pavement and let fireflies kiss our palms. It’s the magic behind every glowing part of this world. So find it and keep it if you’re lucky enough. Soften the swing before you catch my jaw. Before you let the garden turn to weeds. Before you swallow shards of glass to make your words sound more poisonous. -AMT ©️