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Deceiving Myself

October 30, 2015
By oceansofapathy PLATINUM, Milpitas, California
oceansofapathy PLATINUM, Milpitas, California
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Protoplasmic kisses and the uncertainty in my eyes
were all I needed
to realize the synaptic gap between our breath
was never meant to intertwine.

You were always good at playing hot potato
with synthetic phrases
so I never let you touch my heart,
but that didn’t stop you from translating
“no” to “yes”.

-please don’t lay your hands on me-

I never looked at you
because your eyes felt like heavy indigo seas
lined across my skin.


If I could cross you out, I would
erase your presence from my memories
until you are nothing but a faded smudge.
If sorrow was tangible,
I’d crush it with the weight
of a thousand words.

You knitted bitter harmonies
from broken guitar strings,
a cacophony of tangled symmetry
that always sounded mellifluous to my ears.

I’ve always believed there’s good left in a human soul,
and even after all this time,
I still think you were simply

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