when will i feel the weight of the things i've said?
it's a small room
and the bum in the corner
has pissed himself
once more
i couldn't be here
if i weren't
not here
you see?
i wonder if parallel lines
ever get
antsy
i wonder
if
this is it
can i be
the great liar of my times
to take the prominent words
and twist them
cleverly
i could not be bitter
before your teasing smile
like your teasing light
in the corner of my vision
drawing the curtain, she shudders
a little thought had passed between them
is it too predictable?
she turns
"yeah"
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