You can tell me what you want to, with a mouth dripping vinegar and
eyes the size of God.
I will let your lies soak into my skin and
fold themselves in my smile. It will be one of those smiles that
doesn’t crinkle your nose or reach your eyes.
They will fit snugly between my teeth as
a reminder that no matter what I say, your words are the ones I taste.
Those last few truths that left your lips will be woven in my hair,
broken by ribbons.
Your kiss tasted how sobs sound, and your embrace could not
warm my shivering bones if you even cared to try.
You let the shadows under my eyes slip down my cheeks and
pool in your hands as murky puddles.
The masquerade could have stopped there…but we both knew it wouldn’t.
And you let your pride say you loved me because we both knew you were dead inside.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
You can tell me what you want to, with a mouth dripping vinegar and
eyes the size of God.
I will let your lies soak into my skin and
fold themselves in my smile. It will be one of those smiles that
doesn’t crinkle your nose or reach your eyes.
They will fit snugly between my teeth as
a reminder that no matter what I say, your words are the ones I taste.
Those last few truths that left your lips will be woven in my hair,
broken by ribbons.
Your kiss tasted how sobs sound, and your embrace could not
warm my shivering bones if you even cared to try.
You let the shadows under my eyes slip down my cheeks and
pool in your hands as murky puddles.
The masquerade could have stopped there…but we both knew it wouldn’t.
And you let your pride say you loved me because we both knew you were dead inside.
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