He lies to me.
And I fall.
He voices words
too sweet
to be bitter.
And I fall.
He's a hurricane,
and I'm paper mâché.
I fall
and
I fall.
The weight of air,
balled into concrete,
fisted into cement,
the weight of
so
many
lies
And I fall.
He voices words
too sweet
to be bitter.
And I fall.
He's a hurricane,
and I'm paper mâché.
I fall
and
I fall.
The weight of air,
balled into concrete,
fisted into cement,
the weight of
so
many
lies