Skeletons

|| Noun ||

There must be something in the dark

That neither me nor you dare to touch

I wonder how long it takes

For me to become your crutch

Though you refuse to speak

Of those skeletons hiding in your closet

I see them in the windows of your eyes;

Through the cracks of them that stay shut.

There must be something in the dark

Neither of us wish to tell

But hold my hand tightly anyway —

In lows and glows and cells;

And I promise I will hold yours

In throes and woes and hells

– a.h.

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We are parallels — we both have things to hide. But I solemnly promise, that if you take my hand, we will get through this together. Even if I do not know you well enough, nor you me at all.

” You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.” William Faulkner

And I hereby declare, that each and every one of you will love and be loved despite — not because.

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