Your words have become a dagger
Drawn swiftly across
My unsuspecting skin
Your words used to comfort me
Brighten me
Embrace me
What changed your words?
Jealousy?
Spite?
Anger?
I don't know what I did
Or said
To incite this in you
I have only loved you
Supported you
Encouraged you
But your own circumstances
Have twisted my intentions
And his
Into something as cruel
And hurtful
And mean-spirited
As the intentions of whatever loser
Is trying to drag you down
You won't admit this
But I know you
Your actions speak volumes
You project your pain onto me
You've done it since the beginning
I've grown used to your storms
Storms created by others
But I can't continue
To tie myself up
And allow this hurricane
Of your imbalance
To batter me to a bloody mess
I can't continue to be the paper
You test the sharpness of your blade upon
I can't be your whipping post
I'm not your therapist
Or your mother
Or your crying shoulder and listening ear
Anymore
For too long you've allowed your circumstances
To be a crutch for your shitty behaviour
You've sucked me dry of love and encouragement
And I feel like you've finally milked me for all I am worth
Your anger at me is simply because
You can't squeeze anything else from me
You're infuriated when I have nothing left to offer you
But who do you think you are
To try to shit on my happiness
Because you have none
And your joy is a lie
You think I don't see
You think I can't read between the lines
I know your sudden behaviour
Is only a reflection of your own unhappy life
But you will not bring storms
To rain on what I have
I won't allow it
But in all this shit that you've brought me
I truly hope I brought
Even a spot of happiness
To your miserable life
Even if it was at my expense
But I can no longer be that expense
I can't afford to pay for your misery anymore
I'm sorry you think so poorly of yourself
To allow yourself to be discouraged
Critiqued
As you say
But I think more highly of myself than that
I am worth more
Than being nothing but a convenient outlet
To channel your storms into
I am worth more
Than being used as a dumping ground
When your life has gone to shit
I am worth more than being
Your foul weather friend
Which you only reach for
When the storm clouds gather
I couldn't convince you
That you're worth more
But I won't allow your distorted view of yourself
To affect my own view of me
And no one
Not even the person who gave me life
Can change this view that I worked so hard for
So, what makes you think you can?
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!
I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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