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Fiction
You bastard,
that was a lie
and it was masked
by you.
What do you fear?
Can my descriptions
tear at your soul?
Dissect you inch by inch
until your heart writhes and
withers?
Judge the fiction in your eyes
quell your steady mind
that leaves you on the edge of insanity.
What do you fear?
From what do you run?
and where can you hide?
Verbatim
They were sitting on a bench
and I was kicking myself.
You should’ve smiled,
I would’ve stayed.
We could’ve lived all life this way.
Instead you laughed
and I was kicking myself.
Goddamnit,
you should’ve smiled
I wanted to stay
I wanted to live the rest of my life with you,
Live in your world
Letting each and every sunset swirl.
Goddammit
I should’ve smiled
and asked what you wanted
asked if I was enough
asked if anyone could be more
asked to watch the sun set in your world
Goddammit
I should’ve smiled and said
Am I enough?
Do you want me?
Can I have you?
Can I be your world?
And,
I just hope
against someone else’s hope.
Scrubbing
Tell me again
how you want me on my knees,
how the world will quake, shatter and break
if I am not there.
"But I need you,"
you will say,
"It's your place, where you belong. Beneath me,
beneath the tracks I have laid,
pushing up and down."
2 hundred and 52 times you forced me to my knees.
"Stroke, stroke, prove you are
worthy of me, of us."
You?
You who have sunk so far
down you lay beneath me?
I am worthy of me.
Prove that you are worthy.
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