Words in a Line
Friends stop me
Concern and curiosity on their face
They want to know how I am
They want to know how it is
They want the story
I pull back
Always
Every single time
"I can not talk about it," I say.
I never talk about it
I do not want to cry
I will cry
I refuse to let this fucking story of my life
Constantly make me cry
They are always there
The tears
Right behind my eyes
Waiting
I want to tell my story
It is far different than the one he tells
I want others to know
My narrative
It burns inside of me
The urge to defend myself
The desire to scream the truth
But
It is too long of a story to tell
To concerned and curious faces
It is too long of a story to live again and again
In random places
It is a long story with many years of details
So many of which
Bring tears to my eyes
So many of which
Are no one's business
So many of which
Will not reverse or diminish or redefine
The story that is now my life
Into anything other
Than
So many words in a line that cause me to cry ...
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