Complicated

You ask me how I am, with

that familiar nickname you gave me,

as if you didn’t know, how I was.

I resist every temptation to reply

and let you  know,

exactly what was burning through

my Mind.

It’s fucked up, how you were

the only one who,

understood my Silence,

the murmurings of my

whimpering Heart.

Yet, can we deny the

fact that so many

of the Scars I now carry,

were put there by you?

How can you be the one to know me,

truly know me,

and also be the one to hurt me?

Ah, it is all so

Complicated.

Categories: Musings, Poem, True Story

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