TWIN WOUNDS
You don't feel the burn like I do,the way it trickles and falls down my face.
And it's always the truth that brings it upon me,
never the lies as you may have expected.
The truth that the lies were real
brings the fire streaming from my eyes,
scorching trenches into my once smooth skin.
These scars will last forever
yet I can do nothing to stop the way I have fallen
into every simple treason you have ever deviously set before me.
The truth is that you knew what you were doing to me,
you knew that I hung on every word you ever uttered,
and without remorse you dragged rakes down
the very same face you said you'd die before hurting again.
I realize there is not sufficient space in your masculine
corpse to shelter your fragile heart.
I understand that is why you could never care nor
need me as much as I have always desired you.
Remember this when you come back to me and say
the usual perfect lines:
You inflicted this pain on your own body.
The lines are as perfect, only I have changed
as a result of your mistakes.
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