I'M Torturing My Words Now Poem by Patti Masterman
I'M Torturing My Words Now
I'm torturing my words now
They are the woeful ineptness
That's kept me apart from you:
A needle filled with fake pain.
I've been drugged with you for so long
I shake now, when they move a mirror
To see that the reflection
Stays the same no matter what.
If indifference cost money
We would both be bankrupt
Instead of pretending our poverty
Were some kind of spiritual dowry.
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