Friday, 24 June 2016

In My Own Words

Untitled - To you

When your hard words hit me
I feel the sting - as intended -
I kept my own case of words
to shield that pain;
now I keep those words
as weapons, to fling
before you can sting.  

I no longer feel your hate
as my guard is up and I
too am getting to your level.
When did you start to hate me
when did you start to love me
did either happen?
Did I dream your lies with you?
Did I let myself down
by staying by
Did I let you down
being me?


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