Confessions.

The awkward, emotional meeting of two people with a history.

S**t.
You're already here and I need more time
Time, time
Time to write a very good alibi

 

Why?
Because you'd more than vomit
Up the truth, if you heard it

 

Baby!

The pet name that you called me years ago
Now it's what I call the ugly thing in my belly

 

Ohh...
Every single pair of eyes linger on my face now
My face, my body, my name
And now you are here way too early
Or maybe too late

 

Yes.
I know you never knew the truth
I know I never told you
Perhaps I believed I was bullet proof
Or really I just didn't want to cause you hassle

 

No.
I don't hate or blame or want to kill you
I just don't want you here
You make it hard for me to dissapear
You also make it hard for me to fool myself

 

Empty.
The bottle, the threats, the excuses
And the supply of fluids that we used
To support my tears

 

What?
Don't ask me what we are doing
The last time I checked it was "I" not "We"
And my face wasn't pretty
It was dirty

 

S**t.
You're actually here and you're actually not going
It looks like you really want answers
Answers of the substantial kind
I'd better brew a kettle of peppermint tea

Author's Note

This is completely fictional.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Empty.
The bottle, the threats, the excuses
Anf the supply of fluids thst we used
To support my tears
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Empty.
The bottle, the threats, the excuses
And the supply of fluids tht we used
To support my tears

Let's take the editing out first...and now...

I like the play of words here...in each stanza...like an emotional roller coaster ride of a conversation piece of two people...and the way this develops into the theme and you grasp in each one of them as a reader...and yet in the end...there's more to be said:

I'd better brew a kettle of peppermint tea

[khalid]

great work..