Day 164 – Glass Houses

We’ve always lived in glass houses

and our words were always little grenades

the moment any real truth slid under my door

I’d call it shots fired and start loading my gun

but I fear no words anymore

The silence is louder in one room now

when everywhere else in my house is full

there are no more stones you can throw

that I couldn’t take, that I wouldn’t welcome

you’re already in my bones

and I’m not broken

2 thoughts on “Day 164 – Glass Houses

    1. I agree! But maybe it’s just the extra time… I’m on summer vacation now so we will see!

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