Understand This

This heart
Aches when words
Of venom shoot through it.
Silence saunters in,
It makes half of me
Twist into a complex labyrinth.

You think, “but she’s usually
An angel. Mostly kind and polite.”
I am also human.
Daggers draw blood
And words
When used to cut
Into soft flesh
Can kill.
Instead of dying,
I fight back.

Armed with an arsenal
Of my own,
Each moment in regaining
My strength will cause
Me to empty a chamber.
I assure you…

You
Don’t
Want

That kind of death. 

Gone

 

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Sprinter/Courtesy of Joe Vandello

if you said you wanted me
gone–
I’d run as if lightning
tapped
the soles of my feet

s  p  r  i  n  t  i  n  g

far away from your
fearful heart
carrying the pain
of loss on my
worried
shoulders…

that is, if you said
that is what
you wanted.

I would know
it is
what you need.