Slip

I’m tired of biting my lips

so I let my feelings fall out of my mouth like water pouring onto tile floor

but you dry up my words with a mop

you pretend that they were never there

like they were never said

like they weren’t sprawled out on the cold floor collecting dust

like they were just too much

you just wanted to clean up the mess

you acted lie my confession was a fucking mess

why couldn’t you just leave it be?

put out a wet floor sign

so that nobody else would get hurt

so that nobody else would get caught in the cross fire

and slip

slip

slip

fall into me

why couldn’t you just let it happen?

s.b.

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