This conspiracy
plagues me
and I throw down
against all your secrets
What thoughts
race through a mind uncharted
and what things
do you know
that I wish I'd never told?
Sometimes, I won't speak
and I won't breathe
until I get a nod from you-
tell me
that it's okay to bleed...
and sometimes, I won't look away-
eyes burning, blind ignorance.
what is so special to you
about keeping me around?
I won't forget my manners,
I won't leave too soon again...
and all of this funhouse
melts around me
while I find myself above
looking just under your skin.
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