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The Worst in Me Believed You

And I almost made your truth my own.

By Jillian SpiridonPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
The Worst in Me Believed You
Photo by Marie-Michèle Bouchard on Unsplash

snarls like snakes baring their fangs to open air,

a venomous tongue poking out between your teeth,

your words dripping with the aftertaste of hate.

you were my one sanctuary in a storm's eye,

and I wanted to believe in everything you said,

even when your glares turned my way for keeps.

all I seemed to gain was your disregard in doses,

till all I felt was the heft of your bitter diatribe

and the mocking kiss of your faint praise.

you thought I was little of brain and heart

even as both fell under your strain heaving,

breathing with renewed vigor for target practice.

you said I was dumb, a child, knowing no better—

and I fell for the words as if they were passioned pleas

because I didn't know better, at least when it came to you.

today marks the day since I ran away from you,

trying to save my life by divorcing yours,

but I still have to shed all the lies I ate up—

believing you knew me best first and foremost,

no matter what anyone else said along the way.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Jillian Spiridon

just another writer with too many cats

twitter: @jillianspiridon

to further support my creative endeavors: https://ko-fi.com/jillianspiridon

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