Empty

Empty

Your words are empty

You are jealous

I don't listen

But what is that in my heart?

Like a twinge of pain when you say that

It can't be true

It replays, replays, replays, replays

Is it because I was mad?

Is it because you were mad?

I can't let myself listen

I have to dump out the dirty water

Don't let it get to me

You snap at me

A quote you  come up with

To me it makes no sense

Then you write it down

Angry at me, pride in your writing

Then you reread it, as if, to reassure yourself

I tell myself, to let it go

But yet the pit stays in my stomach

The needle becomes a hammer, then I’m holding the sky

Is it fair?

No

Do I like it?

You say you know me

You think I don't understand

Maybe I don't... but  you definitely kill me with misunderstanding

This is the last time

I won't do it

But I guess my words, thoughts are...

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