For You


The indignation of love
fills my shoes,
to the top
of my brain,
and the dignity
I shall lose.

The indignation of love
rolls off my tongue,
spitting flames
of hatred,
causing the collapse
of my lungs.

The indignation of love
starts with you,
from the art
you create,
using weapons
as your
haiku.

The indignation of love
I know all too well,
to spite the one
you call love
is an actual
taste of hell.

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