It was all but innocence, my love - your guilt
A flurry pretence, my floor - your filth
The strengths that I gave, but you said I was too strong
The patience I bred, and I bred it for too long
I died every minute, you really never cared
I was there every minute, but you were never really there…
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Nice poem.
Somehow I saw myself in this. I am a woman, and this feels strongly masculine, however we also have our own versions of your curses. Sometimes love would have us confuse strength and weakness, clarity for being fooled. But we know ourselves. Sometimes too much so.
Unforgettable image too. I just walked into my bedroom after an hour of fireworks in our front yard. This is part of my memory now.
You’re right. There’s a mutual rage between both parties. And kindness gets mistook for weakness too often.
I’m glad it resonated.
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