You’re the tiger, they said.
Louder than the lion, they assumed.
Your heart is made of steel –
Your skin full of tattoos –
Should that not be
an assumption of your feelings?
shouldn’t you always be strong,
shouldn’t you always be okay alone?
What if
I told you
that every heartbreak was written in verses?
that every sacrifice was in a needle in my skin?
What if
every scar
signified a silent disharmony?
What if
some of us just kept quiet?
Every. Damn. Single. Time.
-EJ, silent ramblings (yet again)
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