Monday, May 1, 2017

#29/30 - 2017

There is a moment that crystallizes
not because of its beauty,
but because of its sheer uncomfortableness.
I do not know what to say.
I am (un)intentionally tangentially the butt of this joke
and I cannot find words to say so.
She is someone I love and care for,
but I can't listen to her talk anymore.
What she says is peppered with unfiltered hurt
unacknowledged and unapologetic.
I have never really had the strength to say,
you are hurting me.

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