Trying Too Hard To Be Mysterious
she knows me best
when i try to hard to
be mysterious
she calls me out and
makes me maniacal and
delirious
the magnifying glass
transforms into an
hourglass
i drift into space and
entrance myself as i
devour mass
what i immediately learn
about myself is that i am
a terrible liar
the abstract art is just
worthless spillage on a
mostly blank canvas,
which makes her
impression of me lower
rather than higher
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014
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