In Defense of Simplicity

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Without a greater reason,

There lie those

Who try to sleep.

They pull away,

React

With emotions–

Simply because

They’ve learned it’s useless

To fight.

They know that,

Unless they scream,

Not a soul

Will listen.

Despite their protests–

Both loud,

And silent–

They know

They will grow

Tired of reacting,

Tired of caring.

They know

They will cease

To exist inside–

As that is how

They are treated

Outside.

Break Up With Me If You Think I’m Unreasonable

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I’ve been patient.

I’ve been calm.

I’ve understood.

I’ve defended you to my parents.

I’ve watched over you.

I’ve watched anime with you.

I’ve let you spend time with her.

I’ve let you emotionally control me, abuse me.

I’ve let you think

That throwing money at me

Will make me okay again.

I’ve let you call me clingy.

I’ve let you leave me alone.

I’ve let you hurt me.

 

But now that time is done.

If you want me,

Come and get me.

If you want me,

Give me a reason to let you

Ever touch me

Again.

If you love me,

If you want me,

Show me some freakin’ proof.

Choose me for once.

Choose me, your GIRLFRIEND,

For once.

 

Put away your friends.

Come up with some ideas.

Spend time with me–

And don’t act like it’s a chore.

Stop making me compete.

Stop making me hurt.

 

Stop making me love you,

When it’s getting to be clear

You don’t care

Anymore.

You Broke Me Down (But I Got Back Up)

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You probably still brag

About that girl you broke–

That girl, that little dark-haired girl…..

Who you tore in two.

You ripped out her soul,

Destroyed her childhood, and

Robbed her of innocence.

You shaped her

Into a tool you could use–

Something you could abuse,

Misuse,

And cause

To mistrust

Absolutely everything

In her life.

You took away her sense

Of her own self.

You made her second-guess

Everything:

Love, relationships,

Her every choice and mood.

You took away her ability

To breathe without

Fear of being seen.

 

I imagine

You still brag

About how you made her cry.

About how you tore her soul apart–

You probably still brag,

And still remember,

How you made her

Want

To die,

Just to escape you.

 

I imagine

You never forgot,

About me–

The girl you used until she

Couldn’t breathe

Anymore.

The girl you stole

From her heart and home–

Just to make her be

What you wanted her

To be.

 

I’m sorry, but that….

That isn’t me.

I’m able to breathe,

Able to see.

I’m dancing and smiling,

Proud of myself.

My body is improving,

My life is improving.

I’m getting better and better.

 

You keep bragging,

You keep mocking–

You’ll just keep

Lagging behind me

As I run.

 

I’m so much better than you–

Be proud of me,

You broken man.

 

Be proud of me,

As I destroy your soul

The way

You destroyed mine.