Written by Anon
Why do your
Words still
Make me smile
They shouldn’t;
Especially when
My smile
No longer means
Anything to you
I’d have left you by now if it weren’t for words
That were never your own
Desperation forms thoughtfully in my mouth,
Smoothing the edges and working over the sharp things
Maybe I’ll seem less pitiful if I spit it out behind your back
Eyes meet then scatter like marbles
The fault line is too unstable for both of us.
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