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Nov 2019
why must you
hurt me?

or is it I
who lacks the ability
to protect myself
from your actions
and thoughts
and impulses?

it’s funny how
(I think anyway)
emotional pain is so unarguably different from physical pain
and yet
they both hurt all the same
or maybe more so, emotionally

you wreak your havoc on my clarityΒ Β 
playing on my empathy
evoking barrels of sympathy
and yet
none for myself

I sugar coat your words
define your actions with excuses
write off your impulses as faults of my own
but who am I
to excuse you, yourself
so irrevocably at fault

this is goodbye
a farewell to the desperation
and helplessness
and hello to beauty in sunrises
shared with someone who bares no excuses

no sweet covering of words
just independent simplicity
charmingly woven together
made of daisy chains
Written by
Ell Street  17/F/United Kingdom
(17/F/United Kingdom)   
     victoria, Butch Decatoria, --- and ---
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