"My ability to make you laugh," you said, "is a gift from God."
So from where,exactly, does your ability to hurt me come?
What blackness slides into your heart
and takes over
the moment I need you most?
What part of your soul have you sold
To make room for the demons that scrape
and slash the minute you open your mouth
to criticize my tears?
2 comments:
Miss,
Everything you write touches some part of me!
A very humbling compliment. Thank you, Brandon. Those are the very words that make my writing worthwhile.
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