A Poem with No Name

Must it be said?

I see those tears

Washing away what they did

Wish me a better man

So as to exact revenge

But

Guilty I stand as well

Words that cut like swords

I no longer want to defend

Such is the end

When hurt turns to pleasure

Must you know?

That I’m ready

We are all participants

In the trampling

Such is the end

I promise to hold both your hands

As I watch you plan your escape

I won’t blame you

I won’t hold you back

It’s okay…

A poem with no name.

I’ll leave it here for you…

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