I cannot lie to you.
That, my friend,
is annoying.
I take both hands
to shove words back inside
but they slip
between my fingers
ignoring
convention and
rule
like water
seeping through pavement.
I yank my heart back
from the edge
as it strains
in desperation.
Do not be the fool again, my dear.
The need to love and touch
burns
like twice swallowed bile.
Repressed
Afraid
Honest.
I must learn to be a better liar.
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