Paranoia

Your words sting my ears

I don’t believe you,

I never loved you.

Cover my ears with your hands

So that I can feel your rough fingers,

Instead of hearing your harsh criticism.

Our words get muddled,

Like unclean waters.

Hold me up

Above the swamp,

That we have created together.

 

(c) 2019

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