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This is karma for the healing,

remembering to be proud of

everything I’ve learned to love,

remembering to be proud of

leaving someone behind when

they don’t choose this bond.

This is karma for the heartwrenching romantics,

knives in the sparks in his eyes,

ropes every time he talks to her like that.

But you cannot reverse me,

I will not take back the words that choose to plant their seeds outside my mouth

They’re heavy and hard to swallow

even when I build them on truth

A spoonful of sugar helps the lies go down

so I have opened this room myself and cemented the door

but the key locks love and we are all inmates-

I have learned to know this prison as a sanctuary.

This is karma for the healing,

knowing there will always be things in his head

my breath is too shallow

my voice too quick to steal seconds

my arms are too short

to reach.

This is karma for the healing,

remembering through the field of spikes in my chest

to be proud of everything I’ve learned to love.