for A. S.
My tears could fill an ocean,
My wrath could shake the Earth,
And yet, before you I sit
As quiet as a ghost;
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I cannot let a breath escape
My chest that you make hurt,
Nor can I move the body
Which you make feel like dirt;
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I wonder how you’ve come here
And if you’ll ever leave…
No, I have not forgotten
Although, I did forgive;
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I know I would destroy you
If I so much as blinked,
Because you look so fragile
Weighed down by years of guilt;
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I have no wish to break you,
So I refuse to speak
The words you came to beg for;
This silence’s my last gift