victimize
with those eyes.
the ones I saw staring back at me.
you transform my distress
into your guilt.
I'm not a scapegoat
for the way you feel towards yourself.
you're blamelessness
reminds me of my shamefulness.
i'm convicted of crimes against humanity
convicted of crying over you and me.
you saw it didn't you?
that I couldn't make eye-contact with you.
because i'm no good.
but good at being bad.
disappointed in me,
myself -
because my best never seems to make it into your realm of goodness.
hiding
bleeding gums from when your words are pointed at me
i'm still finding the tiny glass shards you kept beneath the sheets.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
victimize
with those eyes.
the ones I saw staring back at me.
you transform my distress
into your guilt.
I'm not a scapegoat
for the way you feel towards yourself.
you're blamelessness
reminds me of my shamefulness.
i'm convicted of crimes against humanity
convicted of crying over you and me.
you saw it didn't you?
that I couldn't make eye-contact with you.
because i'm no good.
but good at being bad.
disappointed in me,
myself -
because my best never seems to make it into your realm of goodness.
hiding
bleeding gums from when your words are pointed at me
i'm still finding the tiny glass shards you kept beneath the sheets.
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