The Fool, poetry by Kendal Kraft at Spillwords.com

A Fool

A Fool

written by: Kendal Kraft

 

One tear, or a cry of desperation from you and I, melts into you like butter. Like I never left, like I was never solidified on my own. I’m like different wines at times, sweet in your hands, but bitter alone. I remain mystified by the things you do to me, the way you move me. I crumble to pieces after trying so hard to pack in these stings. But you tear down my armor piece by piece like some sort of king. I cease to exist when you don’t persist upon me. As I pick pieces of you apart in my mind, I find myself slipping behind time. Trying so hard, drilling into my mind that you’re bad, but failing and concluding you are perfect every time. This is jumbled through and through, so if you relate, I’m sorry for you. Poor baby, I know what it’s like to feel a fool.

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