If we took 5 minutes to consider what we said to someone,
maybe there would be less broken hearts
and paper drops of tears which your ex-girlfriend cried
when you told her she was ugly.
Maybe the world would be less cold,
and you’d learn that you can’t fix someone with staples
and glue.
I think you’d see that saying ‘it’s not my fault you’re sensitive’
isn’t an excuse for hurting someone’s
feelings.
Because he was healing from his own wounds when
you decided to rip them open with your own
self-hatred.
If we took 5 minutes to read that text again,
maybe we’d read between the lines of anger
and pain.
There’d be less dread in the world as people realised
they had to face their bullies
and freeze their hearts so they couldn’t ache.
If we took 2 seconds to hear our own words
before we spoke them aloud,
people wouldn’t have to shroud themselves
in armour and a cloak of invisibility.
I’d take the pain out from the words
and herd them into a shed where no one could
find them again.
If we took 5 minutes,
just 5 minutes,
maybe we’d see the world through other peoples eyes
and not our own rose tinted glasses.