For She Knows Not What She Does
If you wondered what smelled like a dead body
It was me
Because I haven’t showered in weeks
And I am weak in the knees
And I am slowly feeling absolute atrophy
As opposed to absolute apathy
Please don’t be mean I haven’t got it in me
To reciprocate your demands I am waving
My hands
My white flag erect and begging
For you to spare my dignity
I haven’t got it in me
To fight back
Or react to your attack
Laugh if you want or taunt
I’m not going to flaunt my defeat
I’m off my feet
Laying clearly for you to kick me
I give up trying to beat your negativity
You’ll one day say to me
You were right honey
Maybe I should have been more happy
But why does an evil heart
Attach itself to a sad one
The parasite leeches on for
Another fun run
While its host just slowly
Starts to disintegrate
The parasite gets its kicks
From poisoned bone marrow and
A Weakened immune system
Or worn out friendships and
A longing for the past
Just remember, I’ll never fight back.
And Thy God shall forgive
Them because they know
Not what they do.
I truly and honestly believe
That this wholly applies
To you.
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