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Good Intentions

You are so easily understood
And no longer do your walls
Woven from complicated fibers
Vex me

Your twisted words
And your subtle messages
Are no longer safe from me

I see under your skin
I see you as the beast you are
You cover yourself with a sheet covered in
Promises and
Good intentions

But never do you listen
To those who cry to you

Never do you give them
The relief
They so desperately need

You say it is for the best
But is it?

No.

Keep your good intentions
To yourself
And leave me
Leave us
To mend what you’ve broken
To sweep away what is beyond repair.

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