For the Strong Ones Out There

Confession time.
I was wrong. I was prideful.
(You know me…)
Your words mirrored mine,
But I laughed and (It was relief, I promise!)
it sounded like
It was a gunshot, and I couldn’t
take back the mushroomed
So I smirked
and told you I’d be strong
for the both of us,
in a way.
(A joke!
We both know neither of us
have to be strong for the other.
Even weak,
we are both invincible
So while you confessed to me,
I wallowed in self-defeating
(So who’s really the stronger?)


Lay an Egg

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