I forgot to tell you that

I bleed too

I didn’t think I had to

We look the same don’t we




But I forgot to tell you that the armour I wear is made of tinfoil

And the steel in my eyes is a learned practice

I forgot to tell you

That I hurt too

But I guess that’s because I knew

You liked it better when I was a challenge to break through. 


A Short Conversation is a collection of stories, thoughts, and general musing. I like to write like I'm slamming a door; loudly, and with purpose.

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