Your voice drips with acid
that burns my soul.
You words twisted and
distorted by your own need
to manipulate your reality,
so you can live with yourself.
You try to bully me into
responding to you.

Instead I find the place within
me to ignore your poison
and still forgive you.
Its not for you I forgive,
but, for myself.
I want to live, you can
kill yourself with your
hatred but, not me.

When are you going
to finally understand!
Leave me alone.

Our son has a life of his own,
he is not the baby you never cared
about so why pretend now?
Suddenly you care?

Allow me my skepticism and don't
think, I can't see though you.
Your transparent deceit wrapped
in strangling vines of
your own fabrication.

Take your self inflicted pain,
your miserable distorted
views, drink them down
to help you wallow in your misery.
You always liked your own company.

Keep to your self
and stop tainting
everything you touch.

You kill with
your presence.

02/11/2007

Author's Note: I wish my mother would forget my phone number
I think she loves my ex-husband more than me.
How twisted is that?
I forgive her too for not being able to see
beyond her own torment. After 20 odd years!This gets older
Than Methuselah and his ghost. *shesh*

Posted on 02/11/2007
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