Map and a Knife

Here eyes were dark, 

dark as her heart. 

Full with feelings of hate. 

Disappointment is all I can see, 

all I can hear.

I knew this could never last;

all the issues caused over time and time again.

I turn around and hear prejudice comments.

Every time I hear my name;

Its like a stab in the back.

Every time these scars get deeper,

Because this isn't the first you have wounded me.

I told you everything,

handing you a map and a knife.

Telling you exactly where you can damage me.

My only mistake is trusting that you never would.

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Woah. That was beautiful, and I’m so sorry. You turned your pain into art, a relatable and moving piece. Thank you