you may yell
break your voice to a thousand pieces
strain your vocal chords to mere strings
till you're hoarse and then breathless
(and you do it all again)

you may launch a thousand insults
a thousand sticks, a thousand stones
break my bones to fucking splinters
make me your very own war zone

you may bring me to tears
break my will at times
have me so disheartened
that my cheeks may never dry

you may play your little games
give threat after threat
think that i'm too nice
that i'd forgive and forget

oh no
my friend, i am vindictive
and so
you will

4/5/2017. Written by Waad.