Power

Tears still fall
after all this time--
shouldn't you feel special?
You still have the ability to make her
die inside,
tear at her breast,
cry away her heart.
You still can make her feel--
feel like nothing--
feel like a yo-yo--
feel like all the smiles in the world are gone
because of her.

She thinks she deserves it,
she abuses herself worse than you do her--
what more can you want?
You pretend to understand her,
you pretend you are reliable,
you pretend you are a friend,
but you lie.
You are taking a pin
and bleeding her word by word.
Her eye-water washes away the blood,
but the holes still remain.
Back home!
Songs of Me
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