Somewhere in the crux of my silence
Was the hope we could
Tell jokes about high school insecurities
Make sarcastic remarks
That only served to
Bring us closer
Because we’ve built tough skin
Around playful wounds
Watching people we love
Unlove themselves
So we gave all we had
To war veterans
Home from battle
We called them parents
We called them lovers
We called them lots things
Other than broken
But now we’re carrying their scars
And playing their games
Fighting their battles
in the crux of our silence
While telling jokes about high school insecurities
Making sarcastic remarks
That only serves to unlove ourselves

And one another

Share This