Home Row Keys

Once felt so familiar,

like I was always home,

until you muttled the keystrokes

with your vicious words,

mocking my abilities,

making me feel small.

But oh how I loved you still,

taking ever barb to heart,

all the while my love for you

still growing strong.

Your insults I ate

with every spoon I owned

although it cut me deep,

and my fingers continued to dance

along the home row keys.

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