our angled eyes
and narrow minds
they perceive so differently.
our sharp tongues leave bitter words in our mouths
as we battle
in the heat,
we are done
I cannot take anymore
but I realise who you are to me
and how I cannot just leave.
parts of me are attached -
I will stay.
we are whole again
and that's how we know the storm has blown over -
the damage is done.
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Bethany Louise Rose
2014/15
