29 noviembre 2009

invisible

In between her and I you stand and

Never turn my way. To pull at my heartstrings was your

Vice. & my life became a tool in your art. In her shadow

I

Stand clothed in

Insecurities thrust upon me by your

Belligerent speech,

Lying your way into her likings to

Ease into my scene and re-paint me as you'd like.

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