Hello Elizabeth
Sometimes I pretend to talk to you
You always tell me the prettiest of lies
How wonderful and kind I am
How loved
I am
I never believe you of course
Although a small part of me does want to believe you
Oh
How desperately it wants to believe you
But the rest of me knows it's not true
That it'll never be true
But oh how I love your lies
They roll off your tongue like the sweetest of honey
Fresh from the hive
Smooth and sticky
Flowing across my battered body
Soothing my aching wounds
There's no sweeter sound than your lies I tell myself in the dead of night
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Her & her
PoetryAn intimate look into my journey from the perfect Catholic girl with internalized homophobia to a girl who is almost okay with her queer identity. Features poems on my journey of self-discovery and acceptance through my struggles with mental health...
