Wednesday, May 15, 2024

ouch, that hurt.

You have many words.

and I have wounds.

I also have suspicions

that, with each day

seem to be confirmed. 

but is it bias?

or is it believable.

I don’t know…

Sometimes

I don’t like

how it feels

to be close

To you. 

you run your mouth

And feed me truths

that are hard to eat.

When the lies 

you used 

To cover

Them with

Tasted so sweet.

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