There you go, sat there,
Fucking me up with your words.
The poison in them is so acrid
I can almost smell it across the room
Yet I sit here and take it.
I know you're toxic
I know you're gaslighting me
And my only defence
Is my awareness.
At least I don't believe your hate
Or the venom you spit,
I know it's a toothless serpent.
I'm the one holding on,
Holding it together,
Making things right,
Repairing the cracks with Sellotape.
I hate what you've made me
And what I've made myself
With all the anger and fear caged inside.
The little box I lock it in
Sometimes threatens to burst open,
The locks aren't too tight anymore.
So go on, fuck off,
Take your forked tongue
And your twisted, harmful words;
Take your deceit,
The vitriol you spill every sentence,
The loaded insinuations hiding at every turn.
Replies that make me seem heartless
Are the walls to my heart
Which keep the feelings inside,
Because revealing them is weakness.
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Shorts: A Collection
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