Leaving me at my weakest was not a reflection of my own.
Whether you knew if it'd give me strength was not your intention.
Willful woes of your waning heart
willed me to wanderlust.
Your staunch scorns seared a surge of supremacy onto my soul,
swaying me to sovereignty.
Cascades of contempt
catalyzing a contender.
Leaving me at my weakest was not a reflection of my own.
Your words, your views;
it's what I feared in myself.
Regression based on your unconscious projection,
will not be my transgression.
Leaving me at my weakest was not a reflection of my own.
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