at your foundation lies a vast maze
you say “Am I on trial? What’s next? Torture?
Let me go back home.
There’s no cause for these questions.”
what light shines from your frigid demeanor
while you pretend ignorance
even from your friends there are pages of rumors
seas of accusations and the words that you say
always fold back in on themselves
so it’s not only in love you are unfaithful
they all warned me of the danger
but i didn’t care drawn to
the roses of your mysterious lips breaking
opening only the smallest aperture
then bursting into a confusion of petals
that wilt before touching my hands
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