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My obsession with brutal honesty ~ Part One

Broken glass on a brambled path

Doesn't sound like healing

But bones set wrong just like minds

And have to be rebroken in time

Not all truth cuts but if it hurts

At least I know it’s not a rut

And that it's worth

A few bloody footprints

To avoid safe ways and confront truth first

When I say something that hurts me

Because it’s honest

I feel pure

At least then I know its a path against fear

Cause fear hates pain like stillness and tears

If you can say something harsh enough to make yourself cry

You can feel the truth of tears running from eyes

I am selfish

I make choices only good for myself

I am lazy

Often prone to procrastination and borrowing generational wealth

I am taking advantage 

Of your belief that I'm kind

To sneak a few cruel things past your blinds

See how a bloody path reaps relief

And now I can be aware of the things I don't see

Start by denying comfort to find right

It’s too easy, when you want to keep something, to lie

Violence

Friday Postcard #3 - A long letter about sex