My heart bled by the blade of your tongue.
Not one word of remorse have you sung.
Scars remain where your venom stung.
I was unaware and much too young,
to comprehend the hate that spewed from your lungs.
Acceptance of you will never become a part of me that belongs.
Cora Jett - 9/14/2011
I absolutely love this one. It's so direct and bitterly honest.
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