Applicable to many. - Lesboard
written September 18th, 2025 at 3:45pm, relatively fresh after i had to cut off yet another close friend
Your body is etched with scars,some faint, some red, some raw.
Mine sings with wounds, open and mending.
You prod it gently, and then harsh.
I slap your hand away, the burning sensation. Try to speak without fear.
Only to hear one of your scars tear.
Vitriol pours forth and silence becomes sparse.
The knives that you fling and the curses you sling leave me reeling.
Fury and panic intertwine in your gaze. Then you reach out and claw.
You carve valleys of your sorrow deep into my skin.
You entrap my heart with the chains of your tears.
You shove me away only to yank me right back.
As I go silent, to placate your attack.
For your attempt to stop them, you’ve only finalized your fears.
My body cannot take it, this anger from within.
But my heart, oh my heart, sees how you’re suffering so. Forgiveness, not hatred, is the conclusion I will draw.
(It is the one I always draw.)
So I neglect my wounds to dress yours.
But when I try to help myself , you scream.
When I plead and try my utmost to sing,
you muffle me as you declare
“It was I, not you, who’s been shredded bare.”
As I stare at my blood dripping down your claws , my wounds can’t help but sting.
Perhaps if I try hard enough this is all but a dream?
My tear remain dry, but my heart? It pours.
That’s when it becomes clear.
Despite your sweet words of memory and recall,
And for all you spit and cry and heft
You refuse to change yourself above all
And with that I must let the final curtain fall.
If this is care, and if this is love,
then I wish I just up and left.
But most of all, oh most of all, I wish you had never tried at all.
