foolish being

gifts given from the heart are often never forgotten
then there are the words we say to stab other people's soul, there are attempts that we make to wound other people's hearts
the words you say, i know you don't mean
and i know you are acting out of your temper tantrum
why i even deal with your shit is beyond me,
there is no poetic line for you
yes you, a selfish stupid being
and why you got so close to my life bewilders my thoughts
today, on paper, you wrote words to me that most certainly scars an artist
your functions are illogical and come from a place of evil
as heat waves shadow this page calming emotions i now have for you
i look within myself to find an answer
all of what you wrote has been in the air
in my air for so long
and i must do things to better my situation, not fuck it up
what more of a reason do bruises come other than to leave a mark
but only temporary, for i scarred you,
why do i write of your foolish being