Kelly Besaw Gallo Poet Free verse

The Worse Version of Me

I hate when you bring out 
this version of me,
I fly like a bat 
I sting like a bee.

Hissing at you with
a red, forked-tongue,
I can spit like a llama
I can kick away dung.

I hate when the worst of me 
releases such venom,
The stench from our arguments
Burn ... STOP!

What's been said I can't take back
or ignore it away,
No the scars are revealed,
and then on display.

So apologize to me 
instead of Writing the next verse,
It's too painful to live with you,
It feels like a curse.

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Jo Chamberlain February 21, 2022 at 1:50 AM I really enjoyed your poem. I think it's definitely something most people can relate to. Thank you for sharing. Kelly Besaw Gallo February 21, 2022 at 6:08 PM Thank you Joanna. It's not one if my favorites but I believe poetry should be approached with writing the good, the bad and the ugly. I appreciate your honesty. Thanks again. ~ Kelly

Robert James Liguori October 22, 2021 at 3:00 PM And now that all hass been said, perhaps now that all may be blessed! Kelly Besaw Gallo October 22, 2021 at 3:22 PM Certainly! Thank you for reading and replying.