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The aftermath

I was mistaken when I reckoned you were emotional and kind because you produce music through bare words that are not easy to pull off for a simple mind. The way you sing your heart out and your eyes brighten at the faintest sound of music. It made me assume you have weighed the words that come  through your mouth, that you have fathomed the repercussions of your actions endless times.
At times I wonder how you can bring on something and not live by it. I thought musicians, artists, poets, and writers are supposed to have a heart of gold, they only create something that resonates with their soul, and their words are linked to every ounce of emotion within them. They must be wearing their hearts on their sleeves, cause it takes so much courage to be real and be stripped fully naked with only their souls to look at.
But boy, how wrong I was! You only wear your sleeves absent your heart. You say things you never meant and tossed down every snippet  of truth with each lie you utter. You never even dared take the scales and balance words spoken against actions taken. Bitter-sweet words you chose, thinking all will be forgotten.
Little did you realize that my heart is a stick of dynamite, my mind running around in circles, connecting speckles and  counting minutes. Until the storm within grows uncontrollably raging, the dynamite burning on its final strand and I explode into a thousand butterflies and vivid colours. Then nothing else you do would ever matter.


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