reminders

Sometimes, on Tuesday’s

Or Wednesday’s or Friday’s

I act so mean and dark

That I forget you love me.

Sometimes you tell me

That it’s never ok

To take out your anger on

The people you love.

You are right.

And sometimes, instead

You pull me in

And remind me that I am loved

Until the darkness disappears

And I decide that you’re telling the truth.

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