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The kinda numb after that feeling
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LOVE AND OTHER RELATED BULLSHIT This strange kind of numb has chased away the desolating pain
there seems nothing in the part where love grows
not in the heart or mind or soul
Is this what death feels like?
Every shred of decency you stole in that piss weak moment of betrayal
you shook the hand of the beast that gave my burden
the thief of my dignity
it was an inncent action
between men who respect each other
you had no right to place all my shreds of respectably in his palms
to anialate me without provacation
to give me up to avoid confronting the truth
you let my pride die a silent death
the humiliation.
the state of shock
and constant scraping up of my self off the floor
it was because you found it easier to forgive, than fight for me
with an audience;
so I died A million painful deaths in that moment
like the love that swore it would die a thousand more
it vanished emphasising the nothing that I am
and you didn't even blink an eye.
Not at all taking an
Not at all taking an adversarial stance, but just sayin'... choosing which battles to fight can mean some pretty darn difficult decisions.
It seems like there is a feeling of "how dare you cross me"?
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "