There You Are, It's Spoken
by Michael Doyle

Oh, it's a messy mess
If only the truth
You would confess

A shake of a hand
Used to be the bond
Sincerity, we could understand

But when you pretend
Snaking around
As if it's something you can defend

Why you stalk and plunder
Like a spell that you're under
Hoping it might find you peace

There you are are, it's spoken
There is no part of you
That isn't broken

Why then all of this madness
There's no control
In all of your madness

Like the drip of the drop
From a leaky faucet
Your harassment has to stop

Why you act so wrong
I won't ever really know
But it's weak not strong

I remember when I thought I knew
The woman that you seemed
A deception long since seen through

Though you are quite skilled
In the arts of manipulation
There's no way you believe God would be thrilled

There it is, it's spoken
There is no part of you
That isn't broken

Pick up yourself
From all of these pieces
But put your hellhounds on their leashes

Is it somehow electrifying
When I stand down
As you come pretending you are terrifying

Don't you know mercy
When you see it 
It's only because of what you were once to me

That I let you get away with so much
Do not mistake kindness for weakness
I know that you have this, at least a hunch

There it is, it's spoken
There is no part of you
That isn't broken

You best learn to leave alone
The person who walked away
And that you'll never own

Dancing your dance of anger
Though you were once so familiar
You've become a hellish stranger

There it is, it's spoken
There is no part of you
That isn't broken

(c) November 12, 2021  Michael Doyle
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