Armor-Clad
Feeling bad, but I'll "just fly, fly away..."
I cannot help but think about how you were seeing someone else the last two Christmas's and I didn't know until this year. Fears confirmed, forever-seared-soul, I still feel the warm, slicing tears. Will you ever fully understand the level of traumatic pain you caused me? Walking around, scarred and weighty, when I used to be carefree. I forgive you, but hell, I'll never forget. I couldn't forget if I tried. Pressing on, I've got to live, and in new hope, abide. There is a lot to be grateful for, but this Christmas feels tainted and sad. When I wake up tomorrow, I've learned my lesson, and I'll be ready, fully armor-clad.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Oof, this one hits deep—like a battle cry wrapped in heartbreak. I actually love the way you attached such a fun song on this intense situation. ✨