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You may not know it: But your words They eat away at me Each harsh remark taking bite size chunks out of my capacity to last the day. Unknowingly sharpened to weapons Wielded against my rational evaluation cutting away the ability To complete the tasks of the day. Your pressured speech It suffocates my ability to communicate My garbled words gurgle and ooze like life blood from a hollow wound. Hours of anxiety are whittled away with the chisel of your exasperation A moment for you stretches on to my year You’ve moved on and I’m frozen here. Your words are weighted And my sodden corpse cannot process the flow of your disdain. I mumble apologies and miscommunication as you add another layer Like a wheel at a fair we loop; Until it skips like a record and you hop off the track. I look over and you’re gone As I sit on the rubble of the rest of my day Wondering if you kissed me goodbye. Carrying the strength of your volume Ringing through my mind Pleading with eggshells to splinter in silence for fear of continuing the cycle’s chime. You may not know this: But your words Impress upon me An echo of the mind Much like drowning I choke as I consume Inflicting wounds You never knew were there.
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Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 12:25 AM UTC
Over-analyzing speech
You may not know it: But your words They eat away at me Each harsh remark taking bite size chunks out of my capacity to last the day. Unknowingly sharpened to weapons Wielded against my rational evaluation cutting away the ability To complete the tasks of the day. Your pressured speech It suffocates my ability to communicate My garbled words gurgle and ooze like life blood from a hollow wound. Hours of anxiety are whittled away with the chisel of your exasperation A moment for you stretches on to my year You’ve moved on and I’m frozen here. Your words are weighted And my sodden corpse cannot process the flow of your disdain. I mumble apologies and miscommunication as you add another layer Like a wheel at a fair we loop; Until it skips like a record and you hop off the track. I look over and you’re gone As I sit on the rubble of the rest of my day Wondering if you kissed me goodbye. Carrying the strength of your volume Ringing through my mind Pleading with eggshells to splinter in silence for fear of continuing the cycle’s chime. You may not know this: But your words Impress upon me An echo of the mind Much like drowning I choke as I consume Inflicting wounds You never knew were there.
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F/lost in the realm of Ink.
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 12:25 AM UTC
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