Yeah.

What’s your life like in the midst of all those flowers that smell like the flesh

that drops of the bones of all those skeletons in your locked closet?

I said good morning.

You said goodnight

and when I left you still didn’t turn off those lights.

I looked at your eyes and I wondered if I saw a glimmer of a lie in that smirk you handed me.

I saw the sunrise.

Okay, I’m being considerate,

and I told you I loved you and such.

But so what?

You lied just the same.

And now here we are,

in this stupid rain.

Yeah,

here we are.

I’ll bow out gracefully and make a spectacle of you.

In all sincerity what else would I want to do?

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