My Piece Your Piece

April 19, 2010
You left me cut,
rigid, hurt,
and scathed,
making it hard
to be saved.

While you went
untouched, smooth,
and put together,
not filled with rage.

You make me want
to scream and shout
until no more
can come out.

You just move
merrily along
pretending that you
did nothing wrong.

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