What is it you want?
I thought you wanted to hear the truth but when you heard it from my tongue, you said it was vicious.
But my sweet you.
There is a block you can’t see.
Don’t want to see.
You want to be big, generous, loving, giving.
But don’t you see it.
Can’t you see it.
Or is it that you don’t want to see it?
A victim will always take from you.
And so here I am.
Standing by you.
Not taking from you.
The vicious one.