I wrote this while on the road today. I reached Vancouver tonight and decided to update my blog. This has been on my mind a lot recently so I decided to put it down on paper. So here it is.
Once again, I find myself here
Drunk on the lies you poured into me.
So full of that bitter cup
The taste like bile on my tongue
Which I refuse to spit out
--I couldn't if I tried.
So full, I cannot lift my head.
And echoes from my past mock me
"As a dog returneth to his vomit"
And here I am
Returning to the memory of you.
Spewing out your lies
Back onto myself
And I am a mess.
But the damage is done
Your words have poisoned me
Over and over and over
And with repetition comes belief.
-J. Tabithia
