Sunday, October 3, 2010

a lie

i showed you my cold shoulder
but you never tried to touch
i told you how i sank in
and wanted out so much
you preyed on me in footsteps
and caging stabbing words
i lifted off my senses
i became the verb
a fluctuation is an instant
an instant is a path
that night i saw your weakness;
that you never truly laugh
the hurt for hours consumes me
one thought at a time
of how broken ones
will break you
if you give them room to try
of how lost girls become
bearers of caution in a womb
and string along their secrets
a darkly staggering perfume
i do not want your secrets
or your empty eyes
i hope the ground will find you
a place more comfortable to lie

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