You shattered me &
destroyed years of work
with words dipped in acid,
sarcasm-coated delicacies
you seemed to pluck from the air:
you tore down the walls
and in defense
the rest – removed by choice.

I told you secrets then
& laid my heart on the altar
of your diploma and the desk
and the nice comfy chair
and said those hard truths
that spoke to your need
and my fear.

And.
You.
Laughed.

I gave everything
but it wasn't enough
and you gave nothing.

I have nowhere left to hide
and it's hard to make walls
when I remember
how much it took to make them
and I feel so broken inside
and you're the cause.

I was a puzzle you broke doctor
and so I thought you should fix me
because you're what inside me hurt
so .. so all I have to do
is get you to shut up
and i won't be shamed
or hurt or afraid
of things i said
and so i can fix myself
with magic.

Just
point
and click
and you'll
be gone.

It's like you said:
"Sometimes we have to get a backbone
and take our lives
into our own hands."

Thank you.

- Josh MacLeod, 2002