Apathy

so cold
do you mean to punish me
with your apathy?
short and crisp reponses;
you know how they will hurt.
Declaring my innocence with your words
yet still all the while
you paint me in shades of condemnation
I twirl strands of shame through my hair
as you speak of thoughts beyond your control,
beyond your guilt
and I am at a loss,
What thoughts are you not feeling guilty over?

 

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