|Dark Poetry #5|
since 2009-10-26Posts 290
No matter how much I wanted to object to your treatment of me
the words died a silent death on my tongue
After all, how does one oppose rejection?
Even when I wanted to protest - to scream out in defense of myself
The words were shut up in my throat
dammed by pride and self preservation
What else did I have?
If only I could have told you, told someone - anyone
I am worthy....
But they wouldn't escape
those words that were my justification
In silent agony I waited
for the pain to turn to anger
then the anger into hate
then hate into
Knowing all the while that
those words - the ones that dammed my throat
the ones that could have salvage what had been between us
could have defended me
They wouldn't have been enough anyway...
If I don't say it...who will?
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