Feb 2014
Don't say please
when you ask me to call myself
amazing, the lie in such
an innocuous liitle word kills
me, and I could never refuse you
anything but lying so shamelessly
so barefacedly, to you, though
you have asked me to
hurts.
when you ask me to call myself
amazing, the lie in such
an innocuous liitle word kills
me, and I could never refuse you
anything but lying so shamelessly
so barefacedly, to you, though
you have asked me to
hurts.
a stylistic thing I kinda like in this poem is that almost every line can be read as its own sentence.
February 12, 2014
9:36 PM
edited February 18, 2014
February 12, 2014
9:36 PM
edited February 18, 2014
