betrayal II

when we finally close the doors and windows

from the hustle and bustle of this world

we could feel the tiny whispers of our souls

in our bed made of wishful thinking and scars

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you are like a scabby wound

pus filling the whole space

between shapeless incisions

leaving unforgettable feelings of all that was lost forever

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I hate it when you melt into the city

among the soft whispers of children, vehicles, birds

crushed under an unexpected amount

hurled out at you every time you turn your head

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too many of your roles contradict each other

contrary to what we know so far, and no wonder

that you’re still standing there

having no clue of what will happen when

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I’ll ask you to dinner one day

and say that it’s okay

to love more than one man at the same time

because life has taught me that

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I wonder if it might hurt you in some way

maybe someday you’ll think that I was there

and now I’m not

and turn everything into a bad joke

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to tell your friends and future girlfriends

that I was the best for you

but the problem was that you didn’t see me at all

are you still there staring at the red sky, doubting it was a fat lie?