Your silence cuts me,
Deeper than words can ever.
My heart burns with desire,
But no direction.
The devious deed hurts me.
I am wounded,
Though I am neither cause nor effect.
I am both.
My heart lies on the ground in front of me.
Confused are my thoughts,
Incorrect are my words.
The truth is blackened by the fires of hate held deep within my mind. Now I stand here confused,
Desperately trying.
Broken and crying.
Foolishly hiding the bewilderment inside.
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