Poems from the Hurt

Just a Joke

"It's just a joke.
You can't take a joke?"

Aren't jokes supposed to be funny?
Because I don't find anything humorous
In your condescending tone
In your offensive and derogatory
Arsenal of words you call a vocabulary
Because to the sound of my ears
To the pain from my punctured heart
My mind, body, and soul did not take your words lightly
They did not laugh, they did not chuckle
The air is not gentle, is not tranquil
Your mood, your attitude
The way in which you articulate your thoughts that you deem are just jokes
Speaks volumes
Announces truth
Makes obvious
That you obviously have something to say
There is something on your mind
Yet you present your words in pretty wrapping paper and a bow
Masking the truth
Handing it over as some joke
But what kind of sick joke
Is the reality of which you think of me
You are just trying to restrain your guilt behind euphemism
Does this facade you hold make you feel better?
Because I can see right through you
As you forgot to close the curtains
Your window wide enough to paint a picture for me
You can't hide the truth
It is not just a joke
But until you recognize that for yourself
I walk away from this window
As I will not intervene
Waiting for the day when you
Figure it out for yourself

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A/N
Just because you say it's "just a joke" doesn't make it hurt any less...

Also, sorry for the late update
Much love,
Bella xoxo