October 20, 2015
3:41 p.m.
I've spent months
sobbing and dwelling
on every single depressing,
self-harm
poem I could find
hoping that I could find
a cure
from someone else's words.
But I've been searching for
this piece
in the wrong fucking puzzles.
Because I read a couple poems today
and your name was the
only thing I could think of.
You're masked in
your lies,
and that's how I see
you.
I finally see your trickery
and your disguise.
And damn, you're good
at hiding it.
I could apologize for everything
I did, but
that's what you
want to hear,
right?
(k.l.b.)
