i bluff my way through every single conversation
i have with you
trying to pretend that i’m not looking
like i don’t care if you care
like my every breath
doesn’t rest
on the way you respond
i tell myself
that i’m being melodramatic
that i don’t depend on you
-then i spend a weekend alone
and i remember
i fight wars
every day
simply to prove that i am alive
and you stand on the sidelines,
pretending you don’t know
what’s going on
trying to pretend that you don’t see
and we skirt each other’s hints-
so subtle that we truly can’t decipher
the meaning behind them-
and instead making up our own,
believing what we want
rather than taking a risk,
rather than telling the truth
–
written w11jan2012.
eh, this one’s okay. i put it up mainly for the third verse.
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idiography 