I'm your other half
Your better half
How come you don't hear me
I take what you say to heart
It hurts, but I push through it
To find the truth
You must fear it
But why say you love me
When you don't stand for me
Abandonment is you
So why are you so high?
An addict, abuser, childish user
At least stop saying you're fairer
That lie hurts too
I name the lie
And all you have is a swat
You are violence
Where is your love?
I will cut you off if I have to
So that I may breathe with those who have affection
And you may asphyxiate
And hurt no more
Don't read this part if you want to perceive this poem as being solely about everyday romantic relationships.
Why do they always say I don't listen when I've always listened?
Why do they say I'm a hypocrite when I've already asked that of myself, I've doubted first, to know - why do they not doubt, when they don't know?
I sought truth at all costs. They're just afraid of losing their worldview, their illusions.
If that's the case, the least they can do is stay out of my way.
The holy man is his own harshest critic. Why do they think they are blameless? Why call themselves so loving, when all they have is excuses and a lack of care for those who are unloved?
I want to help and discuss, they want to hurt and silence. It's in the intention, and the soul, it's a choice. They claim to be good, and that I'm not.
I consider them insane.