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Isn't that Right?


Can you really ignore what’s staring you right in the face?

The ragged lines you left me

Gave me

Carved into me

Branded into me

Line by line

Streak by Streak

Digging deeper

And deeper

Inch by Inch

By the very hands that you swore

YOU SWORE

Would

Love me

Care for me

Protect me

Instead

With those hands very hands

You broke me

I still feel everything

Every mark you made

The pain never fully subsided

But now its worse

A constant numbness

That no matter

How many pills

Or potions I take

Its always there

You are always with me

Nights are always restless

The thing I wanted to use to forget

Is a constant re accounting of that night

Sleep isn’t sleep anymore

 

I couldn’t

Why?

How could you?

When I couldn’t

We had everything

And you threw it away

Was that price something you really wanted to pay?

The trust

That we built

The memories

That we made

The obstacles

That we overcame

Did those mean nothing?

Anything

To you

At all?

But I guess I’m to blame right?

I wasn’t what you expected

What you wanted

What you hoped I would become

Wishful thinking

Shattered in a moment

By your actions

But Forced by me

Right?

But of course I have to agree

That’s the way things were

That’s the way things are

Two people

Supposedly sworn to have equal standing

But never in the eyes of society

One has wronged

And one will take the blame

In our society that’s how it is

Isn’t that right?

 

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