Some nights
I am sick with the
memories of all the
hurt and loss,
All the patterns of lies and
cheating
The broken promises
and the betrayals
They sit in my stomach like
sharp bile and they flood
into my heart, rising,
Until they choke me up
and stall my brain
on one question repeating--
"How many more before its more than I can take?"
written 2-24-2011
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