The Liar With The Knife
When I’m with you,
It fills up my entire body.
This isn’t love,
It’s hatred.
It’s despair.
And It’s ugly.
When you’ll finally see me,
That’s what you’ll see.
I know it,
So please, don’t know.
Someday,
I’ll give you my petal,
For you to feel me,
See me empty and naked.
I can’t help but hope you’ll see a little girl,
She’s smiling.
I want her to.
It’s not right, isn’t it.
I’m a liar after all.
Deceiving everyone,
That’s what I’m best at.
“I wish we would have met before”
A dead flower,
Even the sun can’t save it.
It’s still ugly after all.
Who would want that?
Dresses couldn’t change my gray skin,
And I couldn’t understand what you find pretty,
In a doll missing two eyes.
There’s no safe exit.
Whatever god will decree upon me,
Will be none other than a death by poison
Because your eyes are my greatest weakness
Copyright © Tyfaine Rouaud | Year Posted 2024
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