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I will not apologise
for you making me uncomfortable
I will not bend to the guilt trip
on the end of your tongue

I have spent too long breaking myself
just to stay in the good graces
of people who have wronged me

I am tired
and I thought you
were better than petty offences
that sit between things that aren't said

We all have our secrets
but I won't hold the unknowable
to my chest and pretend
like it holds something precious
when all it holds is a what if
with no satisfiable answer

I loved you because you held me
like I was human
but now you push me away
like a toy you've deemed defective

I don't know what to think

It's hard to believe this is you

© Indie Adams 2021