Lies and broken promises leave the worst scars The damage is irreparable Burned That is the perfect description The skin becomes thicker What was painful becomes comforting What was comforting causes distress Everything changes The scars are not external but they never shed You’re different You will never be the same again
Often, the sun overpowers the moon. Sometimes the moon shadows the sun. They both exist. They are both real. Often, the glass is half full The same glass is half empty. The glass exists. It is real. Just as the sun, moon, and glass exist So do I So did we Were we real?