I love words

I love how there are only 26 letters and they all mean different things

I hang onto words like they're my last breath of fresh air 

I love stories

And listening 

But not to you 

How is it that the same words everyone else speaks sound like poison when they come from your tongue?

How is it that I hate everything you say to me 

I was raised better

Perhaps that's it

I was raised better by the world because you couldn't be bothered to do your job and now  I'm lost and your words that used to be promises are now stale and unkept

You

Didn't raise me

The world raised me

And I didnt say society because I'm not a selfish bitch who wants to match my shoes and my purse

I don't even own a purse

The whispers of the broken raised me and kept me sane as you tried to assemble half assed apologies that weren't apologies I just pretended they were so I wouldn't break

You told me I was wrong 

That's all I ever heard from your lips

That I wasn't good enough

The world didn't tell me I was good enough but at least it tried to help me do better

So as you sit behind your self righteous bullshit 

Remember that I don't buy it 

I've listened to your words

And heard only the wind and fire of your beliefs crumble behind your lies

And I'm listening anymore 

Not to you