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I play the things I lack inside
along long indigo threads.
which are stories

I lied for you and later was told
you wanted me to tell the truth
I’m sorry
     I wanted to do what you wanted me to
you just forgot to tell me


I hide my black fingertips from white lilacs
gracing white skies
with hardening autumn cold

you didn’t leave me after all
only part of me abandoned
        stiffening in a cardboard box.
dying

I ended up causing you confusion
forgetting I had to continue functioning.

breathe
love
breathe in my apologies


I wish to grace your skin
like pale lilac marker
on the inseam of my thigh
stating my feelings for you simply

innocently;
as my hand slipped down to trace the letters
wishing to fit amongst your lies again

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