Lieto me
give me something
to console me
trick me into trying
call merunner up
and not last at all.
Tell me I was
Almost
worthhaving
That I'm almost
more than she.
Hold me
in a blanket
offalse security
for a moment
of peaceful sleep ...
Lies?
Far better alie
than a truth
that kills.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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