embracing the intimate

so maybe we don’t actually mean to hurt anyone. maybe it’s just all we can do to keep it together. to feign the reality. to fight the good fight. 

and maybe we all have our own versions of the broken heart. and our own ways of pretending. of numbing it or fighting it or scratching it or patching it or 

or...

because
there’s always the good one
and the one who feels good. 

and if it hurts, we cry, and if it’s good, we shout. and if it’s hard, we stand up or we give up. and that’s all there really is.