Anger
You were filled with anger, with no remorse
your words filled the room like how they filled my head
its usually one ear and out the other, but it stuck to me instead
you didn't mean it right? few hours later we hung out as if it was all alright
Yet i still feel your hatred latched onto me meanwhile you smile in my face
I never know which version I'll get of you today
the sweetness of your words casted over the stab wounds your tongue sang.
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