By erin
Date: 10 August 2000
A Tree Worth of Tissues
My wet eyes never were a match
for your
sharp tongue and untrusting nature
You once made fun of me
for crying
but when i looked up
and you saw the
hurt
you were silent
not apologizing, but silent
But when there were no tears
and no
innocent naive thoughts
of you loving me
I had no defense.
My words were no match for yours
My voice was not loud enough
My attack was not prepared
And maybe now
you'd see the hurt
if i could
bring myself to look at you.
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