Between you and me,
Those lies have come crashing on
Reality,
Fake
Pretenses stripped off of
Our nakedness; look
At all the scars on our bodies.
****** flaws.
These tattoos I’d hidden from you. All conversations ever do,
Under the dissimulation of words
(I could laugh),
Lash out at us the acute lack
Of conversations. The absence
Of meanings, the shredded ruins of laughter, some very
Jagged melodies that cannot be
In-tuned into a single code, no no. Courtesies.
These
Courtesies have put up quite a show.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
Between you and me,
Those lies have come crashing on
Reality,
Fake
Pretenses stripped off of
Our nakedness; look
At all the scars on our bodies.
****** flaws.
These tattoos I’d hidden from you. All conversations ever do,
Under the dissimulation of words
(I could laugh),
Lash out at us the acute lack
Of conversations. The absence
Of meanings, the shredded ruins of laughter, some very
Jagged melodies that cannot be
In-tuned into a single code, no no. Courtesies.
These
Courtesies have put up quite a show.
What has become of us. It is sad.