A Scornful Heart
I am sickened by the taste of this sorrow,
the texture of pure pain mixed with unsatisfied want.
I am turned ugly by this insane, repeating,
I turn away from the direction of your piercing words
and your cut-throat actions.
I will no longer endure this funky desire to be hurt,
to be torn apart-just like a wild animal
chewing at my skin, while I'm still living.
I will run for my life, leaving behind your scornful heart.
It wasn't me who made you that way,
but it was you who made me this way.
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