How can I walk on this ice
without slipping?
How can I look the other way?
Navigate this overgrown path
without tripping?
Feel my heart break every day?
Beloved liars, bullies, friends—
because I’ll love you if you don’t,
and when we reach our separate ends,
I may still love you if you do.
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Pixabay
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