Why is it we let people
decide how we handle things.
The close not love isn\'t as close as I pictured
it. Tangles in this I must shut down my responses
to comfort your ego. I slip through my mouth
\"Go back to sleep,\" as a term of endearment,
BUT in your heart it\'s poison on command
I don\'t speak to hear my words bounce off my teeth
to twirl around on my tongue
to hit the air where you hear death.
I correct myself and leave
and that\'s where this poem
came from.