your eyes beg, you need me
to make your tears real.
sitting in a two star diner
the lights too fluorescent
letting you tear me apart
cuz that is how you feel inside.

i told you i was in love
with holden and you thought
i meant you and so took
offense for his deficiencies.
i let you attack me with hugs
and smirks, gazes kept too long,

cuz it does not hurt the way
you want it to. you asked me
how to be, but i wouldn’t
answer this question. only you
could know who you are.


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Poet. Photographer. Writer. Goddess. View all posts by ky

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