Words can have so many different meanings.
Hard to repair a hurt,
or take away the pain.
Seems always an apology
needed from my mouth.
Lips neverending stutter
of penitence.
Realizing the want
and circumstance
can never be replaced,
or uttered
another way.
Always seem to be the
imperfections
that are so ever clear
post derived.
Why does the mind work
in such ways?
Why does it deceive me so,
with no warning of
implication?
Even more disturbing
that it could be worse
in ‘real’ life.
Just close the zipper
and keep the trap shut.
Everything and anything
that are thoughts;
even knowing those
thoughts are wrong,
come pouring from my mouth.
Quick!
Close it before its too
late.
Did they hear me?
Of course they always do.
Sometimes its more than
the right thing to say.
Neverending loops of passion.
Fiery little deaths.
But its the ones
that throw the daggers,
that truly go in for the kill.
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