Maybe I shouldn't be like this.
Maybe I shouldn't still be crushed
and I shouldn't talk about you
the way I do.
I am justified in hating you
because you don't get to
mess with people
or act the way you do
without your actions biting you
in one way or another.
Others notice your actions.
My justification grows.
You mention your growing feelings for others.
My justification grows.
It makes my chest tight
from the weight on my lungs,
and my eyes water.
My justification grows.
With anger toward others,
I have not always acted
with my right mind.
But now,
the proof is here
and there is one thing
that I am for sure certain of:
you're a sick liar.
For once,
I am justified.-about BLH
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Spilled Tea
PoetryOne mind, a few ghosts, and one hundred thoughts spilled on paper.