Stifled by my mind's own demons
I succumb to the fears of my last pain
Currently battling what my mind is assure of
Questioning the motive, the thought, his heart?
Pressured by friends' suggestions
Mother's advice and
My own intuition.
I'm afraid.
Afraid of such daunting hurt.
Like a knife through the achilles
It is my own weakness
I fall everytime...to,
Indecisiveness.
Not knowing who you trust.
Who to listen to.
Old drapes of yesterday's torn 2X laced lingerie
Antique memories, withered and worn
Covered with dust was the evidence of this infidelity
The ringtone to deceit
Starring me in the face
As I was the one to discover it's secret
The hidden truths to this treasured heart's mystery
Couldn't be find by Holmes,
In homes where the heart was suppose to be.
Revealing yet still to me crooked tears of reality.
Played, like the notes to an ending song.
I knew how I was feeling couldn't be wrong.
How could I go for so long, loving the same game?
Like a pawn on a board of chess, I was moved
By his words,
by his swagger,
by his endless way of convincing me to stay.
Contrived and convicted,
I knew things would change...
hopefully not for the worst.
But I'm no longer holding my bated breath.
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