I speak of you in hushed tones, dimmed lights, drunken nights.
Your name falling from my mouth like something bitter.
We gather round to mutter practiced disdain
Of your flaws and your mistakes.
Yet what I bruise in you is mine,
What I condemn, I recognize.
Every fault I hand to you is one I've carried all along.
For the only enemy I've named is the one standing before you.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 12:09 AM UTC
I speak of you in hushed tones, dimmed lights, drunken nights.
Your name falling from my mouth like something bitter.
We gather round to mutter practiced disdain
Of your flaws and your mistakes.
Yet what I bruise in you is mine,
What I condemn, I recognize.
Every fault I hand to you is one I've carried all along.
For the only enemy I've named is the one standing before you.
Self reflection is certainly difficult, especially when I find myself speaking negatively on someone just like me
