I trickle
Slowly drained
Like a blood-sucking leech
A lack of the right words consume my flesh
Hostile spirits course like venom through my veins
And replace the care I once possessed
I reached out
Accusations were returned
Prophetic words of dissatisfaction cast out into the universe
The truth? Too much to ask for
Too precious to share
Content to anticipate more of the same
Mistreatment
Miscommunication
Misinterpretation
To be misunderstood seems better than to be fixed
Like miserable boos over healing waters
I trickle
Slowly drained
Watching the circles in this conversation
Suck the life out of me
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