Ha Ha Ha

Don’t you find it funny
That the person who has broken your fingers
Wants to show you
How to prevent 
Someone else
From Breaking
Your Fingers

Don’t you find it funny
That the person who stabbed your heart
Wants to stop
Anyone
From doing the same to you again

Don’t you find it funny
That the person who ripped open something inside you
Wants to ensure
No one else has access enough to do the same

Isn’t it funny
Don’t you find it funny

That no one else knows
That they broke your fingers
Stabbed your heart
And ripped open something inside you

Isn’t it funny
Don’t you find it funny

That everyone else
Smiles
And thinks
How nice
That this person cares enough
To prevent you
From getting
Your fingers broken
Your heart stabbed
Something inside you ripped open

Isn’t it funny
I find it funny

And so I laugh
And ignore
The pain
Rippling down 
My fingers
Through my heart
And into the wound in something inside me
That was ripped open

And I smile
And say
How nice
That this person cares enough
To prevent me
From getting
My fingers broken
My heart stabbed
Something inside me ripped open

And I oblige
And let this person show me
And smile
And laugh

And I start to think
How nice
That this person cares enough
To prevent me
From getting
My fingers broken
My heart stabbed
Something inside me ripped open
And I smile
And I laugh
And I forget

And I forget
That this person was first
This person broke my fingers
Stabbed me in the heart
And ripped something open inside me

How nice
That this person cares enough
And I smile
 

aegent

MA

YWP Alumni

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