it seems I’ve been talking to you a lot

these days

most likely without your realizing it

in truth these

may not be the best of my words

but they are mine

you might find them insulting

my many silent words

yet my words are of yours

they rise from your words

by your own standard

my words may be unrighteous

even as your own

unloving, are as mine would seem

unrighteously

you show hate no longer is a stranger