We are the same
She said it and said it
So I made an amusing list of our disparity
I knew she hated it and
We are the same
she would keep saying
making me lose my easy footing
Words became rotten limbs
on the tree I climbed childishly.
If a thing is true inside
It will come only
after all the even though's.
But it was only what she wanted
to make true
and it was wounded by that
ambiguous word, "but"
All her truth was drained empty through that wound.
Mar 6, 09
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