Her words cut me like the hands of a doctor’s replacing a broken heart
Ungrateful she called me, I stifled my laugh
The self proclaimed altruist with a heart of gold
The self proclaimed altruist that pressed her foot to the larynx of my throat
To stop me, perhaps, at least that’s what I tell myself
To cease the truth that would pour from my mouth,
for then the world would know you are not your deeds
But your deeds are who you wish you could be
But you can’t,
because I saw the gleam in your eyes and the spite in your smile as you beat me and told me not to speak lies
I hope one day the appraisal you crave from people you hate will wither up and fall away
I hope one day the world will see you as I see you,
a nerium oleander tipping its face to the light, though fallen from grace
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 4:29 PM UTC
Her words cut me like the hands of a doctor’s replacing a broken heart
Ungrateful she called me, I stifled my laugh
The self proclaimed altruist with a heart of gold
The self proclaimed altruist that pressed her foot to the larynx of my throat
To stop me, perhaps, at least that’s what I tell myself
To cease the truth that would pour from my mouth,
for then the world would know you are not your deeds
But your deeds are who you wish you could be
But you can’t,
because I saw the gleam in your eyes and the spite in your smile as you beat me and told me not to speak lies
I hope one day the appraisal you crave from people you hate will wither up and fall away
I hope one day the world will see you as I see you,
a nerium oleander tipping its face to the light, though fallen from grace
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