Subsequently you resent thee,
for the loathing that you hide.
No condoning, just corroding,
as it's spiraling inside.
Subsequently you resent thee,
for the answers I sustain.
Condescending, your pretending,
that your mending hearts of pain.
Contradicting and deflecting,
all your negligence in vain.
While I'm condoning without showing,
beneath I see where truths remain.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 2:38 PM UTC
Subsequently you resent thee,
for the loathing that you hide.
No condoning, just corroding,
as it's spiraling inside.
Subsequently you resent thee,
for the answers I sustain.
Condescending, your pretending,
that your mending hearts of pain.
Contradicting and deflecting,
all your negligence in vain.
While I'm condoning without showing,
beneath I see where truths remain.
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