My L.I.E.
Reading your words, sprawled out on the screen,
Do they mean that everything you once thought -
And fought for, you no longer believe?
Long black sleeves; covering cut wrists -
You kissed my lonely, shivering lips.
Hands on my hips; you left with a sigh.
No good-bye. The things I feel - I can't explain.
Pain; running, cruising, surrounding;
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