guess i don’t know you
at least not in the ways they all claim to
remember I always understand you
on a level none of them even want to

not to say you’re special
this isn’t about you and yours
but my mind and how I recall
how I perceive not the raw object yet to be seen

eyes cut to your core
your lies were believed but never unseen
compulsively lying about what’s inside
I feel and felt your truths had no place with me

feeling the need to soothe your aches
turn around aching to cause them
this is the price if making you stay
near me but never as mine