Sonnet 2: Subtle Abuse

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I wrote this one as a confession to a friend. I hope it doesn't read as a defense. I was subtly abusing her through withheld glances, offhand comments, and other things--and then pretended I had done nothing wrong, or not intentionally. It worked far better than I really intended...

Submitted: April 27, 2017

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Submitted: April 27, 2017



Sonnet 2

I know you always know when I'm awry,
Perceptive as you are. So I instill

A scarce definable abuse to kill
Your being well. Yet if confronted I

Fall back on self-deceit: the reason why
Is ignorance or maybe stress; not ill
Contrivances against your heart to fill
Your quiet life with grief and flood your eye.
So why do I obliquely grieve this one
I care about so much? When she is near
I feel so vulnerable and it scares
My deepest pride, for if she were to shun
The truest me—seems I would rather steer
The fault to her than handle my affairs.

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