You knew the word was hurtful to me.
Yet you still continued to the pluck the feathers off my wings.
Each time you said it each time I loose a feather.
You soon had left me flightless.
It isn't until they say the name I realize I hurt.
I am hurting.
I will hurt.
I've been hurt.
It hurts.
The name.
It feels like arrows striking me through.
My feathers fall more quicker.
Was I suddenly an enemy? Am I in your line of fire?
Why did you treat me like this?
I came to you like a free bird but I left with damaged wings and an inability to fly.
Why did you hurt me like this?
You had the power to build me or break me.
A strong power you had.
I guess you got too carried away.
You knew this one single would would hurt.
And it was painful.
You knew what it was.
And It hurt.
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Daniel, a poem collection.
PuisiPoem collection by Marlon. I like to dedicate this book of poems to my lover, Daniel. Without him these poems or this idea couldn't be made without him. He is my light, my sun, my moon, my everything, my world. I like to thank him for helping me mak...
