Better Buried
Words conjuring memories
Better left buried.
Scenes flashing behind my eyes
Falling in line
Perfectly timed
In sync with your story.
And I bite my cheek
Hoping to stop
The home movie, scripted
Before my time,
Stuck on rewind,
In the cinema of my mind.
Because I want to be there for you
When listening is all I can really do.
And it's not your fault
That this is a tale I know
Far too well,
One I've seen acted out
In great detail.
I never told you
Of an 8 years old's
First terrified 911 call.
Or of the man
Who taught me how to hate.
The one who put darkness
In my heart at a young age.
So how could you know
That the betrayal that you feel
Is one that I don't have to pretend
To know is real?
Copyright © Kara Mclain | Year Posted 2014
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