acning love, blood spilled, emotions pool
my vulnerability exploited, makes me feel unloved
people are cruel I don't care
but when the one I love joins in I die
trust broken and cry
too different, I'm unloveable I guess
still hope plagues me
telling me I didn't waste my heart
foolish denial in a smile
your cruelty cut because you wait until I'm sleeping to attack
I've always refused to retailiate
afraid of my strength
keeping my anger pent in
afraid of loosing it
knowing no one could stand against it
they would burn its wake
then my hurt would be complete
and I don't want to hurt anyone
Rated for Mature(17+) 
cry me a river
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hurt
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You are such a strong woman, Brenda. Many don’t hesitate to lash out and slash those wronging them. But you know the power of words. 🧡
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Words are weapons and writers know how to use them, showing restraint takes self discipline. Especially against those who provoke us. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
I can absolutely relate to your poem, dear Crimsin. The strong wish not to hurt anybody makes sensitive people think that they have caused a conflict and are simply not lovable. Never forget that your loving heart and the power of your words are a most effective weapon and armor. Great work!
An eye for an eye brings no satisfaction, the loss still exist and nothing can replace it. Tight