Worse Than Violence

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life

She deleted my data

from her RAM,

but I don’t hate her.

I understand her perspective

even though it came much later

than expected

(that is, my understanding).

I was much less of a man when

we connected,

and saving face was

my only directive.

Retrospectively, I see

that we really didn’t mesh –

personalities conflicted –

but addicted to her flesh

I could not disconnect…

unplug emotionally and jet

into the sunset with the clarity

that comes with retrospect.

She’s been mad at me so long

her anger grew to apathy.

Today she couldn’t care less

if my demise comes tragically.

I’ve explored

every amending avenue

and been ignored.

Not a peep.

Not a roar.

Not comment,

nor a tweet

of love or negativity.

Just regrets of ever giving me

her time, her heart, her body

‘cause I did her wrong, admittedly.

So now all I ever get from her is silence.

Passive aggression sometimes

hurts much worse than violence.

-HymnAgen