Whether you were writing to me or not I still felt touched That you were thinking of me Like you were speaking to me. Whether you meant to or not You made me feel loved. Whether those words were directed at me or not They hurt much like the needle piercing my chest. Even if it was not me you were thinking of directly It was painful no less Because when you insult just a part of me The rest of me weeps Whether your kindness was just for me or not I was still special in my eyes If not yours. You gave me hope and a little self-worth A love for myself That had been lost in the rumble. Whether the fists you threw were aimed at me or not I was still hit and it still hurt. Eventhough I maybe just a figure for the symbol A blind blow hurts no less We affect each other Whether we meant to or not.
Reason for writing:
This has two "inspirations": everyday interactions with people, and the poems that I read on here.
Birth sign: Gemini
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