Sympathetic Bitch
You watched
With eyes like thunder
The spinning rumors
Buzzing like pesky flies
It renders you giddy
In fitful seizures
Of what spout
Those Lips
Will spew
You live on lies
A gossip stew
Of every emotion
That stirs
Your selflessness
Your ears tune in
Like a broken record
Repeating itself
As you manipulate it
To your own satisfaction
Until you hear it
The mourning of the truth
Behind those trembling lips
And then you find
That need to condolence
Of your own selfish will
When that pity
Sicken me!
Don’t try to sooth me
With your empty lies
You are a disease
Filled with bitterness
That leaves a wound
Infected...
You make me ill.
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