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Mi

12 Jun 2012

Cruelty Defined

You say you want to leave cause I'm a cruel person,
So let mi be cruel for you.
You say you want to leave cause I'm too cruel sometimes,
So let mi be cruel for you.

You said it was wrong for mi to walk out of a life whenever I felt like it,
You decided to walk into my life when you felt like it,
You decided to walk out as well when you gelt like it,
I'm yet to call you cruel.

You said it was wrong for mi to run away when it got bad. 
You decided to run cause you couldn't stand it/mi anymore,
You decided to run cause it was easier for you,
I'm yet to call you cruel.

You said I couldn't lie to you, and you understood mi best.
You decided to misunderstand/misinterpret all I say.
You decided to ignore my feelings cause you didn't understand,
I'm yet to call you cruel.

You said you could understand mi even when I don't say anything.
You decided, without telling mi, that statement was a bit of a stretch.
You decided I was bitter and you couldn't stand it. 
I'm yet to call you cruel.

Did you know it is easier to call a person cruel than to hear it being said??
Did you know it is easier to declare that a person as 'bitter' than to hear it being said??
Did you know it is easier to self-righteously leave than to be the one left behind??
Funny, as I'm yet to call you cruel.

A heart once scarred, knows how to be alone,
Understands how to be alone.
So I'd put my scarred heart back in place. 
I'd relearn how to make it heal.

A heart in pain, knows how to mend itself,
Understands its not the best healing.
So I'd put my pained heart back in place.
I'd relearn how to make it heal. 

I wish you a good life, 
Cause as you walk out that door, 
My heart closes with its sound. 
But its fine.
I'd mend again, I'd heal again, I'd be fine again,
Cause life continues. 
And this heart once opened, hurt and closed, never reopens again. 

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