Just My Poems

#192 Words of You

It comes to a point
Where I can no longer
Reflect away
The blows you throw
At me

Was it out
Of humour back then
I think it was
To me,
Not so

But since it's
Fun for you
I held on
To my self and
Protected myself slowly

But the humour has turned
Your speech has burned
Me, and I
Cannot revive