You finally give them to me,
The words I waited and ached for
So long…
Spears of hurt thrown
Into the frigid, deep of an ocean
That no longer belongs to you
A place of secrets and sly, slippery
Fish, bottom feeders
And forlorn creatures
That your words miss
This time
Because I’ve learned
That a hunter of your caliber
Only aims for the kill.
I’ve learned to survive
And outlived your lies
Now you
Weep; melancholy whimpers
Penetrating the ocean
Like the moans
of a stranded whale.
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