Tattle Tell

I had to say it

I was bursting, my tongue thirsting

to touch palate

to form sounds and make words

Even though she warned me not too

My lips tingled, my adrenaline soared

And then he said it again

That word we’re not supposed to say

I felt my hands form rivers

Waterfalls pounded down my temples

Holding it all in

My throat ached

It hurt so bad with all those words pushing to escape

They banged against my vocal chords so hard that I needed

a big gulp of air

and when my lips peeled back

it all came out.

“MAAA, KENNY SAID “DAMN” AGAIN!’

Oops.

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Cheater

Its stunning
a brilliant disaster covered in
kisses and sweet nothings
A gutsy laugh from the bellows
of regret escapes his tantalizing tongue
He says all the right things
and she feels all the right ways
but honesty is fearless
bold and loud
It snakes into the cerebellum
flipping the switch on the twinges of guilt
felt during each embrace
You are not each others
but stolen time from broken commitment
Beneath the shadow  of the sun,
midday,
you sneak and sway, torturing time with lies
and smiles, unfair
while the suffocation of unreturned love
twists into the lungs of both betrothed
unbeknown to one another that they’re
dying of the same lack of breath

I’m going to say my secrets

That I find too hard to keep

Its

Been like hell, the lies that people

Spew, to make themselves feel equal

But this is about me

About the bullshit that makes my eyes brown

See, I’m not even from this town

Hidden away is slick slur of my words from the intoxicating south

I’ve manipulated my mouth to speak with eloquence

But I’m a Georgia Peach, home of where they sweaty gospels and hospitality

Manners a formality

But in reality the babysitter will sneak a grab of your privacy

Smile to the face of your parents, a bold threat behind crooked teeth whispering murderous lies to me

But I stayed silent

Avoid the violence just act more responsibly and a sitter won’t be needed, then i could look after me

My grief is a selfish sort

Unwanting of your condolences or pity

Away with your casseroles and lasagnas

Ive no belief that my stomach is still there

Only it’s shape, much like my heart

Missing in action

Still alive somehow but barely living now

And you’ll come with your advice

Encouraged words that spark my anger

Pending Isolation

Bite down on the thorns
and let the drawn blood run
down your flesh
towards the hole in your chest
where
in such pure agony
your heart contested your choices
to stay
and in an unfair stitch
was forced to absorb the afflictions
the breakage and over-time
the unravelling of itself
until your soul  turned cold
like steel
because the love was stronger than the blows
and the pain was only
temporary
and when it wasn’t
the permanent damage was necessary
to save your life
but in the end you’re still not alive
as the emptiness swallows you whole
and regret manifests in the very same spot
where your heart once lived
A lonely state to ravage all trust
isolation pending

Subconscious

It was forgotten
In all of it’s graces and selflessness
It was overshadowed by none other than itself
The part that hurts to please
and be showered in pleasantries
Simplicity lost in greed and pitiful excuses
of why being humble isn’t trendy
It was forgotten
In all of its mercy and honesty
It was cast aside by none other than itself
The twisted truth, a coy friend
to coddle and bed even in discomfort
Dignity lost in selfish habits and tall lies
of how sincerity is antique
It was forgotten
But only its shell was cracked
and the words stacked in the backs of its
conscience, the true emotions and feelings
scattered towards the surface at the sight of the Light;
the revelation that nothing is what it ever seems,
but is everything that it is