Me
or
you?
Where's the
"all of the above"
option?
There's a difference
between weak and
sensitive, someone
once told me.
Am I the weak,
or the sensitive?
Are you the weak,
or the sensitive?
Both of us, honey.
Both of us are
weak.
Too weak to take the
the initiative,
too weak to let
things be.
Too weak to realize
the mistake,
too weak to let
go of the pain.
Too weak to forgive,
too weak to forget.
Too weak to learn,
too weak to teach.
Too weak to fight,
too weak to take flight.
Too weak to even
cry,
too weak to even
try.
We're too weak.
Too weak.
We think we're strong,
we're not.
We think we're right,
we're wrong.
We think we know,
we don't.
We could always
accept each other
for how weak
we are...
...but we're too weak for that.
...
"We'll stop being weak. We can become strong. You and me. We can."
"We really can?" I ask.
"Yes," you reply, conviction in your tone. "Trust me."
...
I woke up, a single tear straining down my cheek.
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Kalopsia: Words Are Dangerous
PoetryWords are like lethal poison- it's either you swallow it, or you use it on others.
