Tell me
Tell Me Does it hurt now For you to see me shine In the same light To which you turned your blind eye? I hope you don’t mind Spilling the beans in retrospect To your disrespect I once forced myself to accept A dialect of resentment I’ll never forget It used to leave me triggered Flinch whenever someone pointed a finger At me in the form of “I love you” Wounds turned into scars Which turned into armor Hardened around my heart Finally cracked open and shed the skin Of my former pain Two dewy painted wings emerged Like stunning glass stained In the very blood drawn from those muddled reflections Back then You were so comfortable in your projections As I received them Willingly without grounded stance, nor protection I believed the words you said Claimed them as my own self definition Now I am proud to say I’ve outgrown this limited diction Friction truly proven menial to my flames Repeat the same phrases, No longer received the same I cannot recognize your abuse when addressed next to m