This New Year Isn't The Cause Of My Evolution
The new year rolls itself in.
My mind keeps itself busy.
I don't really know what I feel,
or why it even bothers me.
Still, you carved out your own grave,
right before my eyes.
Should I have tried to help, or care?
You just wanted me to say it.
The one thing anybody in your place would want.
It happened so fast I was out of my wits.
Silence should've sufficed. I wish it did.
But you forced your shovel further in the ground,
separating earth to find those words
between the lines. They weren't there.
I just couldn't bear to give you them. Not after
you threw them away before, without a care.
Time heals all wounds, but you just kept
picking the scab. Now I wear a scar.
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