A blessing in disguise.
Meaning the compromise?
Trying to say it’s tough love.
But feelings are shoved
To the back burner forgotten,
Connection rotten.
Faking a smile, moving on,
Never to be drawn
Into each other’s energy,
But it’s a sin for me,
To protect my well-being,
From poisoned words
Masquerading as wisdom.
Cycle continues in this
Garbage system.
Not knowing how to drop
Living like a doorstop.
Preventing damaged walls,
But after all,
The paper still peels,
And reveals,
Internal damage.