We changed, you and I
We became opposites
You became I
And I became you
You now have enough confidence
To lash me with your words
That you know would hurt
And I became the weakling
Who would feel the pain
But keep it to herself
Is this payback for what I’ve done
Or mere coincidence
For you to gain something and I, none?
If your words left marks on me,
Would you stop
Or continue laughing?
Would you beg for forgiveness
Or walk past?
Would you change
Or stay the same?
Would you?
Or would I be left bleeding?
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Great poem!
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Thank you! :-))
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