They tell me
That I don’t need you
And I know that this
is very true
But I can’t seem to get rid of you
You are vile
for deceiving me
I thought I believed
The things you said
But in the end
I was dismayed
To learn that all your words
Were merely lies
And I wonder why
You said the things you did
For some reason
I feel that I
Need you there to tell me
Of my beauty
For I’ve always felt
Condemned to solitude
And malignant intimacy.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
They tell me
That I don’t need you
And I know that this
is very true
But I can’t seem to get rid of you
You are vile
for deceiving me
I thought I believed
The things you said
But in the end
I was dismayed
To learn that all your words
Were merely lies
And I wonder why
You said the things you did
For some reason
I feel that I
Need you there to tell me
Of my beauty
For I’ve always felt
Condemned to solitude
And malignant intimacy.
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