A touch should be gentle, like whispers in the night,
But your words hit like storms, with no end in sight.
Each glance, a shove, though I never saw the hand,
Unnecessary roughness—what love could withstand?
The rules we once honored, now broken like glass,
Promises shattered as kindness slipped past.
It’s not just the anger, but the weight in the air,
The silence that lingers, pretending you care.
What was once soft has now grown so cold,
A heart left bruised from the grip you hold.
Unnecessary roughness in every embrace,
I flinch from the love that’s lost its grace.
Where warmth once flourished, now jagged and frayed,
A love meant to lift, but instead, it decayed.
And though I still stand, my heart shows the scars,
Unnecessary roughness has torn us apart.
Weaponized incompetence.
