Event Horizon 

When I think back at the end of the day I wonder if you know of care about all the little words you turn to arrows and then shoot at me? 

How I dodge them with a quiet grace that you have failed to see dripping with contempt and quiet rage. 

Just when you think that the bow you shoot from is stronger than mine I remove those arrows and push them into the walls pinned with smiles and quiet retaliation.

To you I have no time to respond, wasting energy and resources on things that don’t matter except to prove what I have known all along.

Your pointed word arrows are really meant for yourself but you send them to me because I can handle it.

I use them to decorate my walls as if they were your mirror.

T.S. Deary 

Author: picturesassembledfrommemory

A poet and a teacher.

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