His lips were stained with the sour taste of bitter
Every so often tainted memories would come spilling out
Like toxins
A regurgitating form of venting
His words poured out his heart onto a tarnished platter
Overcome with confined resentment
Disdain overshadowing any sense of mind
He had been hurt
And that’s the only way he could describe it
With a festering anger
Ready to pounce on the next soul bold enough to want to love him
So he could only love back half-heartedly
With the half of his heart too scared to feel that pain
One foot lingering just outside the doorstep
Waiting on the right thing to go wrong