I cried quietly under the sheet,
unable to say a word.
The shame was too huge.
I still heard your words,
felt them burning into my skin
knowing damn well
that I would never
be able to get away from them.
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THE SWEET TASTE OF PAIN
PoetryThe Sweet Taste of Pain About the depths of the human psyche to recognize it, you have to give it a face and accept the awfulness. For him, the person I will always love.
