Tell me the truth, but don’t tell me
I want to hear it, but I don’t
I can handle it, but I can’t
Again, some things are better left unsaid
but your mind muddles and you spill out secrets
and suck your breath back in, too late
What’s done is done, and there is nothing left but lessons,
learned for tomorrow, a throwback thought to yesterday
Hunting season is over, but the truth still lies out there,
exposed and waiting to leap, to land softly before you,
a killing trying to escape its mark\
Written: 9/13/09
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