With Cold Eyes You Judge Me - Poem by Brian Hinckley
With cold eyes you judge me,
casting guilt and hurt in my teeth.
You burn me with words,
freeze me with your touch.
You do not understand me,
you never have.
You always played up to me,
stringing me along and along.
The strings were like barbed wire,
your lies making them strong as steel.
They bit deep drawing blood,
as you danced me around.
Now I lay broken
cast down to the ground.
You lost your amusement in me
and threw me away like garbage.
No one wants what you have left,
no one wants the emptiness inside me.
I weep in the corner
for the life you stole from me.
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