And when you bring in the reality
That’s what you call it
I always denied it
You are so incredibly good at convincing me
That am calling it a denial myself now
You know at times I have felt it too
Not for my sake
But for you
That my path is disgustingly filthy to even have you walk on it
It’s a vicious cycle that am peddling since I was born
I don’t want you to even witness it
Not even want you have a mere idea of it
Or maybe we both are filthy in our ways
May even teach each other few things
Then I agree
Only then do I accept
That even though we can drink this love
You won’t stomach it
You wouldn’t want it to have it in you
Until you get brittle and frail
You would only swallow it for now
And for sure vomit it later