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a poem by J. Michael Niotta (1 of 2)
every straight razor that zipped in jagged
i stopped confiding my hurt in others long ago
tho at times it does still occur
instead i learned to write it all down
knowing i could trust the pen or typer not to judge or tell
because
every straight razor that zipped in jagged from
old lovers & old friends & close family taught me painfully that
no one else can truly fully be
trusted
so when i tried once more to be happy with a woman
to trust myself with another
then went ahead & ended it tragically
i ran at the bottle & at the blank sheets of paper
desperate to hide from all the faces & mouths
knowing
this time it was me who swung the blade
& i'm so so sorry to have been like all the rest of them
it was never what i wanted
tho at times it does still occur
instead i learned to write it all down
old lovers & old friends & close family taught me painfully that
no one else can truly fully be
trusted
to trust myself with another
then went ahead & ended it tragically
i ran at the bottle & at the blank sheets of paper
desperate to hide from all the faces & mouths
knowing
this time it was me who swung the blade
it was never what i wanted