Things They Take Away

I know that his relations were projections of my own perversions,
that her assessments were figments of my own imagination.
I know I needed to scream, “No,” at all given moments,
and that hoops to jump through were black and white though changing every day.

I know that boys own the language, and smiles mean, “Come hither,”
that eye contact means, “I promise,” and that what I mean means nothing.
I know my words are confusing, my affection is toxic, 
my friendship seducing, and that my heart is destructive.
I know that they can’t help their love, and that on connection, I should give up
and wrap my strengths and eyelashes in something wet and cold.

But I know that he moved on 
without me making him respect his own boundaries, which were never my own.
I knew I was never responsible for what I couldn’t do.

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one-way streets

You’re walking on eggshells, and everything you do to try to make it better backfires,
since some people don’t want to be satisfied.

Vindictive vendettas taken out on you,
like some people need something to be mean to,

and if they see you as a person, you can’t be their thing,
so they call you a problem and use you for their pain,

when their hate is their own fault,
and there’s nothing you can do

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