Words Aren'T Enough
You raised your voice, you lifted your hand
Because I dared to expect respect
You beat me, you tore me, you cut me, you hurt me-
And now, while I still wear your wounds, and carry your cruelty
You bring me an anemic "I'm sorry," like a wilted bouquet
Like now everything's OK
And I should just forget all that "stuff"
But-
You beat me, you tore me, you cut me, you hurt me
So, No - Words aren't enough
Not even poetry.
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2018
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