I'm always there.
I listen and offer a warm smile and hug when you feel like shit.
This time will you listen to what I feel?
I hoped you would be there for me as I was for you when you needed it, but instead, I'm faced with judgment and comments of immaturity from you.
The comments and ridicule would be bearable, but when it comes from the same lips I kiss with such tender love, it feels like the worst betrayal straight to my heart.
I'm sorry I bother you with such silly accusations and feelings;
I promise to be still and be there on standby.
-Quil Penn

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The words I couldn't say;
PoesíaA collection of free thought paragraphs of an ongoing toxic and complicated love.