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Your Wound, Not Mine

The only wand I hold is my tongue

It is not something I hope to enchant you with

Or curse you with         

I only wish to assert myself

I never meant to hurt

But you seemed to not understand my intentions

Which makes sense

Because you didn’t even know me

I’m sorry I didn’t know you

Maybe you were a good person

With strange intentions of your own

I hope I wasn’t too much of a wound

If so, it wasn’t my wound but yours

I hope I wasn’t too much to bear

If the truth, I was a heavy load and you were not

Because if I was a cut in your heart

I didn’t even know it

And I still don’t know