Sensory Neglect

Can you not smell that? She asked

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Without a reply, she let out a sigh

It's the smell of yet another lie

Designed with the intent to cover

You do it with such ease and fervor

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Can you not feel that? she asked

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The weight of the world on me

Pressure pushing me to my knees

When for me, you refuse to show up

Ignore my cries that sound without let-up

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Can you not see that? she asked

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The drying mascara dripping down my cheek

My sunken shoulders, the visible signs I'm weak

When I really need you to be there, you're not

But, when my legs are open, you take what I've got

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Can you not hear that? she asked

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The sound of my pain, more audible each day

The cries I call out when you don't hear what I say

Instead, you interject, interrupt, and try to fix

Deny, lie, and try to cure the wound with sour licks

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Can you not taste that? she asked

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The once sweet-turned-bitter taste

Sour flavours with which my kisses are laced

There was once love and regard, but that's all gone

Replaced with loneliness and neglect, feeling put-upon

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