Category : Poems

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You hurt me
I should hate you
But that’s what you want 
Part of me wants to hate you, but I choose an opposite reaction
They say, kill them with kindness
Kindness is my weapon of choice
Kindness is like a knife
You hide it behind your back
And give them hugs, taunting them with a poke, a slight sting for guilt 
When they’re pulling away, kindness stabs them in the back
So no, I could never hate you
But sometimes
Just sometimes
The knife is in my hand
My kindness freshly sharpened 
Ready to attack


Kindness is revenge, for the arrow you shot in my back