Words

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your vile words on text
hurts my bleeding heart
in more ways than one
but you don't realize that
because all you think about
is yourself and how to
make you bigger than others;
why am i your punching bag?
wait-
scratch that;
why is anyone your punching bag?
darling, your words don't need
to hurt others.
write them down on an old
and worn napkin
and rip it to shreds.
hurting others is not the answer;
yet i will still be here for you
whenever you decide to use
lovely words to speak onto
my beating heart.

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