Wednesday, February 6, 2013


I listen.
I hear you.
Every syllable
of every lie
you speak.

handle me with care
and sing my praises
like you're my assistant
instead of a love interest.

I wish
I had super powers
and could make your words
into nothing
like the smoke
you blow into me
when I can't breathe
instead of the oxygen
I need.

You suffocate me
with what could be
and then abandon me
for what is.

Sure, let's still be the friends
we've never been
so I can be your fall back plan
when you decide
that you want
the love of a lifetime
you thought I could be
before she became
the new love of your life.

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