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