you wrote your name in invisible ink,
for you were so afraid of what they might think.
but the scars they left, they were loud and clear,
weren't they? weren't they?
when it's too much to bare, memories erase.
a disappearing act, deserving of our thanks.
when it surfaces, just hold your breath
you begged and begged for some kind of change:
maybe they'd wake up tomorrow and regret the pain
that they've passed down to you like DNA,
it seems only by the hand of God or death,
will they truly change their silhouettes.
for a miracle or a consequence,
... maybe distance is the only cure?
far away from hurt is where healing occurs.
but all you really want to do is make them proud,
it must be so hard, in the mess you're always cleaning up,
to believe in the ghost of unbroken love.
the truth is that you're loved. so loved. More from Sleeping At Last