Two

you took me

and killed the girl

i was pretending to be

it didn’t hurt

because she was never me

the front was fierce

you bought it in full

swallowed it even

and i played into it

as if it were the truth

i apologize

for never letting you meet her

you wouldn’t have liked her

i didn’t

but how could i possibly introduce you

if i too didn’t know her

two identities, both foreign

and both lay battered

bleeding

in the aftermath

tell me please

if you know the answer

isn’t it supposed to hurt

when you’re shot through the heart?

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