replaying the film in my mind rewinding, pausing, a thousand times. looking for traces, searching for clues. who really, were you, and what was the truth like a belief in beauty, broken vanished, gone, once come unglued feeling i could believe in you. oceanically deep, gorgeous to bone, i sensed you, i thought, powerfully true. until that truth showed itself, but illusion your "exclusive on elusive" became a secret telling intrusion like the whispers from an "other", present in the room. showing me what i could not see, my wanting of you, the game, you feed. pouring my depths as others would pour of the bullshit to impress you'll take the rest of them, for the win leave me in a longing, confused. perpetual state of confess and undress. i will become stronger than my memory of you. no choice, devil now known. the best of me (heart) for the worst of you, proved. written 10.30.2018
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