stomach the filth ?

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