the written paradigm [a collection of poetry]

day 25

daily grind

there were many days that i bit the inside of my cheek

so hard it that bled my inner feelings.

i spoke one too many words and yours lashed out.

i wanted to cry, scream, flee, anything but be there.

i was tired of the way you talked to her and me,

the way you twisted what we had said

to make you out to be the victim.