Some people are told
Never to return
They feel the firm clasp
That shoves them into the cold
But for me, you were silent
Your lips sealed, reproachful
And I learned to wear a heavy coat
To insulate from your malcontent
Your words like poisoned kool aid
Sweet and easy on the throat
But when I left I felt the cyanide
And the hole inside you made
Now I'm free and don't have to hide
My beautiful self from disgusted eyes
And though you did not say "disowned"
Your silence showed me the road
But **** you and your family too
This is much better for me
I don't care about you
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
Some people are told
Never to return
They feel the firm clasp
That shoves them into the cold
But for me, you were silent
Your lips sealed, reproachful
And I learned to wear a heavy coat
To insulate from your malcontent
Your words like poisoned kool aid
Sweet and easy on the throat
But when I left I felt the cyanide
And the hole inside you made
Now I'm free and don't have to hide
My beautiful self from disgusted eyes
And though you did not say "disowned"
Your silence showed me the road
But **** you and your family too
This is much better for me
I don't care about you
Inspired by not getting a phone call @lydeen
https://hellopoetry.com/Sentient_Tacos/