
Tell me one more sweet lie,
[that I can lick
from your fingers]
the dripping honey [of deception]
that I crave.
Will you feed me
cakes baked from untruths
and let me beg
for the glamored crumbs
[that are scattered
around your boots].
Brush back the hair
from my face [that you stained
with my tears,
ones that weren't yours
to spill]
and tell me that I'm perfect,
yet again.
Tell me you need me,
that I'm your best friend.
Will you stitch together
my bleeding heart
with barbed-wire strings
[that you stole
from untuned pianos
that could only play
the saddest songs].
You balanced our friendship
[on the edges of razorblades];
then let me fall.
[You really pushed me
over the edge.]
I am your game of dominoes.
Do you want to play me
one more time?






















Great write!










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