lessons
was it
my first heartbreak
(it sent me shivering into loneliness for awhile)
or was it my first song
i was so young then,
i barely understood the point of music
you taught me more than i even understand now
you still do
i think you always will
listen--
it's not about "getting it"
it never has been
the lesson you taught me has always been
that i don't need the answers
for closure with the question,
to let go,
to be okay
that i'm allowed not to
for some time
that i am worth something
that language has power
and that power is meant to be used wisely
not wasted
not abused
the lessons you've given me--
i cannot repay you
but to treat you well
always.
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