i bite my tongue
yes, i draw my own blood,
to stop the onslaught,
to stop the word vomit
that threatens to
escape and flow

your eyes so far away
yet so very close bore into me
at rare times, moments
angry, frustrated, annoyed
as a truth unfolds between us;
i am a coward.
now we BOTH know.

You see I'm backspacing over
everything i am or could be
if I allowed my inner self free
suddenly I'm a train wreck inside
your look of disappointment
quickly threatens to dismantles
in a matter of mere seconds
all those neat compartments
(you taught me all about with
cold eyes I've yet to ever
see until now)

i can't be like...