Your words are daggers,

and I’ve become numb

to what you say.  

I cannot take this anymore.

I won’t let you

bring me to tears.

Why do you make me feel

like I can do nothing right?

You say without you,

I would wither and die.

Is that what you want?

Well, I won’t grant you

your wish,

but I will pretend

you don’t exist to me.

I can hurt you too.

Did you not know?

I know what you say

is all for attention.

When I ignore you,

I win this war.

I just wish I was

evil enough,

to really do

a number on you.

But as much as

you don’t see it,

I am a good person,

a loving person.

And I will love you

from afar.

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