Midnight thoughts, Poetry, Short Poem, Thoughtful

I hurt when your cruel words–

I hurt when your cruel words
pierce me.
My ready smile melts
from my face–
I become hollow as your weapon-
of-choice rings true.
Defenseless, weaponless,
a pacifist in the game of laced-truths,
yet you persist on.
I’ve lost the fight years ago
yet you strive on–

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