poem: mistaken

why
why do you cling to her?
why
a perfect place for you?
and mine was erased
by pressing pleas.
i thought you loved me.
why
why does she lie so well?
why
a smile – the most convincing deceit
i offer myself
and oh, it’s so easy to.
but i thought she loved me.
why
why must you be so perfect?
why
i am lost yet again
in reassurance
wicked syrup laughter.
i thought love loved me.

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