The kinda numb after that feeling

This strange kind of numb has chased away the desolating pain 

there seems nothing in the part where love grows 

not in the heart or mind or soul

Is this what death feels like? 

Every shred of decency you stole in that piss weak moment of betrayal 

you shook the hand of the beast that gave my burden 

the thief of my dignity 


it was an inncent action

between men who respect each other 

you had no right to place all my shreds of respectably in his palms 

to anialate me without provacation

to give me up to avoid confronting the truth 

you let my pride die a silent death 

the humiliation.

the state of shock

and constant scraping up of my self off the floor 

it was because you found it easier to forgive, than fight for me 

with an audience;

so I died A million painful deaths in that moment 

like the love that swore it would die a thousand more 

it vanished emphasising the nothing that I am 

and you didn't even blink an eye. 

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Not at all taking an

Not at all taking an adversarial stance, but just sayin'... choosing which battles to fight can mean some pretty darn difficult decisions. 


It seems like there is a feeling of "how dare you cross me"?

...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "