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he traces a little circle on my hipbone and whispers
why don’t you believe in love?

well, it’s just that
my daddy’s voice is so loud and he won’t hold my mother’s hand in public and she always has to agree with him or else he gets furious and after twenty-seven years of marriage it’s more like a game to see how much he can avoid her while sleeping right next to her

well it’s just that
i grew up in a house where i can’t sleep over the shouting

well it’s just 
maybe i want to believe in soulmates but i don’t know where i would put mine in between all this baggage 

well it’s just that
last night my dad came home drunk and told my mother he lost track of time and when he left the room to go smoke i heard her through the walls as she wept quietly and i had to cover my ears because we’re not supposed to admit our faults

well it’s just that
i don’t believe in the resolve of the fragile human heart.