You can’t pretend forever that there’s nothing inside youMature

We call this love but it festers in our mouths
like our mothers always told us lies would.
Cigarettes light themselves and you tell me,
‘Time doesn’t pity anyone and neither do I.’
I will repeat this to you the day we bury your father
and you can’t stand the way strangers try to touch you
like they know what kind of comfort you need.
There are a thousand lies we tell ourselves
but we know them all by heart.

The End

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