...and I'm taken back at the thought that this is what you wanted.
I've seen entire conversations dissolve into mirrors.
We mock our own identities,
and only speak up when we sleep:
a few lonely hours of honesty.
Why can't you read my lips when I say
"I need to hear it from you"?
Why should you have to wonder
"Can anyone else hear me in this skin?"
We fear what we can't touch and fight what we can't see,
and never search for another way.
I deserved all of this.
It's hard to catch with porcelain arms,
but lock-and-key, we're stronger by the day.
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