I wish I could trust you, for her sake.
I could tell you of the kiss I gave
and then received in return…
but you would weaponize the truth into fact.
It was a sweet goodbye
(the glitter persistently holds a place
though shifted from lip to skin)
like the perfect dominoes, it keeps falling into place.
i'm rounding out of this, don't give me those sunglasses.
you don't seem to see that we will need your hair in the end.
I'm sorry for what I have done to you.
Maybe i sharpen your knife while complaining that you have one.
Please, for her sake, just let this go. I have no hands to be hurt,
no sleeve for my heart, so you can be sure its safely caged…in bone.
there will be a time that wrings turn gold, but for now I keep the towel wet
with shower water.
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