If you were able to step down the crumbling steps
You would see the field
MY field
Tilled
Not a healing, regenerative process
But the attempt to integrate:
the countless shredded hearts
that follow me day after day like a meat paper chain
:into ME
As always, the question in the metaphors
Hold the answer
There IS no ME or MY
Just This, in all its terrible beauty.
Still, understanding does not mean
Blind capitulation to the hurt.
It means accepting your words that I should be more of an asshole
Without becoming one.
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