are mine
I found them in you
buried deep
beneath all the good
that you keep
when I see them in you
I prod them
I stick them to you
and you will never be free
but every sin I latch to you
I latch to me
Was I born to break them down?
Or is my heart exactly where it should be?
p.s. I have given up on proper poetry. I no longer feel the need to fit my feelings into guidelines that only govern but do not enhance.
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His sins are not your fault, your sins, your responsibility, your shame, or your guilt to bear.
You are only responsible for your own actions. Unlatch his sins from you. Otherwise, his sins will unfairly crush you. Be kind to youself. Be kind to others.
You were not born to break them down. I was born to break them down.
I am older than you, experienced in the cruel ways of the world and able to summon extraordinary, albiet temporary strength and courage. It is my responsibility to break them down, not yours. I will break them down.
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