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Distortion

"Distortion" - 5/27/19

What you may never opt to understand in this meridian
Is how imposing envy's presence bolstered by pride's
Resentful, hope-defying words hurled against glass
Loaded pistols catapults of shame guilt recklessness
Emboldened with possessiveness' rueful inability to
See past codependency's ever-engulfing pit of need
Bore down on me at such a cellular level that fear
Became not only love's middle name but the face of
Affection's dysmorphia a mirror-ball of all the blame
Bitterly transferred from your compounded past onto
The person least equipped to weather it guess what
I didn't deserve it didn't deserve it didn't deserve it