i can brood and stomp my feet
i can see with my eye  closed
i’ve seen your fist inside out
you expect me to yield,
to wash myself of all i’ve worked for..
you’re not the first.

love and hate are the same emotion

when you gave your heart
you made a promise
you split the atom
you spoke the words
i spoke the same words

unspoken expectations are not spells or promises

nothing changes. i pay the price for all kisses, all the fists
inside out.

About Bil Black

musician, producer, pathfinder, Herr Hoku, prophet, channeler, defender of the analog/digital domains and defenseless animals, he who is confused,, sapiosexual, loner, rebel, explorer of time and space, watcher from the wall and shield to the realm of men.
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