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Ouroboros
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You use words and manipulate them
spewing them out overflowing into my ears, in endless abuses covered by the seeming Truth in your voice, the innocence in your motives. words twisting and shaping and creating a wall around you, around me, black and spiny with barbs and poison in the air.
this was the love you were offering me,
creating for me, choking me. You bound
me temporarily in the pleas and cries and tears, in the specificities of your diction. (Do you remember- you interrupted me and told me to use a different word, one that fit better for you?)
It was endless, your needs and ideas and monologues until 3 am. This is what love should be, you would cry and accuse, this is how you need to be.
I was twisted into the missing puzzle pieces of your heart, pounded and chipped, twisted and pulled, worn out and rung out.
Have you learned to love yourself yet? Have you learned that no one owes you anything, that your happiness will not be served up on a platter because you have made some changes in your life? So you changed jobs and changed your name, congratulations. Making you feel secure or loved was not my job, oh angel of truth, oh life coach.
You threw me in a sack and beat me with your love. The scraps of bread you tossed me were poisoned with your self-hatred. You wore a mask of kindness and vision and bit me with fangs until I put one on too. damn you damn you damn you
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