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I'm so angry at you.
For all the things you did,
All the horrible words and all the times you left me when I needed you.
But then the morning light streams through my bedroom window,
And your head is peaking round the door,
You have a smile on your face and I want to forgive it all.
I know you were trying.
It was shown in all the times I caught you crying,
All the times you held me in your arms and told me you loved me,
All the quiet moments we held between us.
I know you cared.
It was shown in all the times you went without,
All the times you fiercely protected me from all the people who wanted to hurt me,
All the unspoken ways you told me I love you.
I know you loved me.
I know.
And in these moments I can't help but feel sorry for you.
I see the little child in you.
I see the reflection of your own parents in your eyes.
I see how you didn't know better.
And I find myself wanting to wrap my arms around you and protect you from all the things you do to yourself.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
