Turning Tables

My Broken Heart

I thought I had the upper hand,
but you slammed down
an angry fist
and reversed the blame.

Somehow my wrists
were restrained,
chained by the shame.

I can’t keep living
against the grain
and expecting change
when it splinters the same.

Step by step,
I walk out the door

I just can’t take it anymore.

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Inspired by: “Turning Tables” by Adele

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