Here's to Hoping You Catch Some Heaven

I apologise
on behalf of them.
Those who chose
to throw hell
into hands they forcibly
thrust together.
who broke in
like a thief in the night
and took more
than just your innocence
as if it wasn't enough.

Who broke bones
let alone your delicate hearts
who left you in the dark, the rain
attach
any connotation you wish
it'll fit;
they were so terribly broad
with their strikes.

I apologise
on their behalf
nonsensically
but let me
for each tear they wrenched out
and never cared to wipe away
in a sweet caress,
for each infliction of horror
each hand they left dangling
each time they eroded your trust
with the world
hacked away in rage or lust

I apologise
on their behalf
whoever made you
question life itself,
I dare not call them men.
I can't tend to every hurt
every bruise
though my own hands
are here to be lent
joined together, at least
hoping you catch some heaven
after all,
its destined beneath your feet

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The consequence

of my self consciousness

may cause your smile

but it has made me cry

what you see

is not what I get.

Kindness;

I act well.

Poured from cups

of fear of guilt

or both

is kindness still the same?

will kindness kill the lame?

It's been said of me

I'd hand a dagger

to he who wants

to do the deed

complicit in my own demise

as I endeavour to show

a warm disguise

to those whom I say I love.

I think I do.

Now there's a surprise

I wish you

one whose warmth

comes not from friction inside

who's not so knowing

of his reasons

whose left hand sees not

the right's pennies drop

maybe someone not so

forceful in the lending of his palm

someone far more clueless really

with a quiet delightful charm

so after this arrogant show

of modesty

perhaps you may think i'm lesser

Beloved don't keep me too dear

You deserve so much better.