Tales About Them
each time when some stories
are told I cringe
and swallow a lump of bitterness
and will my tear duct to stay intact
because I will never break
in the presence of anyone
I'd rather shut my eyelids
and start counting backwards
from 10
She loves me, I know that
but tough love can only stretch
this far and sometimes
when u least want
your heart will melt
its walls will wilt releasing
molten warmth that will wash over
your tear stains and feed the demons
in your stomach
Love knows not only fear
but weakness, charisma and a wicked
sense of humor
and strength that will envelope
you further down the rabbit hole
that may possibly swallow
and spit you to a shore
where the sand is shiny and glassy
it cuts your heels until you bleed
and come to a stop
where death will find you
or you could just hand over
your life to Satan
just to not feel anymore pain
for a second, to silence
the screaming voices in your head
that tells you hell isn't quite
done burning you
and to quiet down the cries
of your tongue as it dries and
stick to your throat until you suffocate
this life isn't yours to take
or trade or give away
its for you to give, to know and
not even understand because if you did
then you would never feel pain
and you will always smile
even when the storms rips you off
of all you have
so right now this is me reaching out
hold on to my hand and be granted
one more good reason to stay
a bit of warmth and a glance of love
one day we will both stand before God
and recite this story
Copyright © Neo Bridgette Kitso | Year Posted 2011
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