i don't lie but that is
not the case
all this deceit
puffed-up pride
you see me not-caring
awkwardly "innocent"
i am not one bit flustered
by anything
at all
unfurling clenched fists
bitten tongue
emerald, petulant eyes
venom and poison and
despair
two a.m. is the hour of
sacred mumblings
nostalgia, detest and
my imagination?
fantasies within delusions
perhaps one will catch onto
these lies — permission granted to
break me crush me strip me
hold me.
tightly.
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