You Don't Know Me

Empty words we indulge can fill up the holes 

We went and shoveled out all on our own

It’s honesty’s faithful cloth which is composed

Of those that break our hearts and our bones

Words we feel don’t always speak in truths

Colored by fallacious tales we never outgrew

Lies are like chemicals we choose to abuse

My favorite is thinking you felt what I did, too

Say it out loud? No.

I promise I won’t.

Why would I?

You already know.

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The tonic scent of fresh roses and ripe fruit

Which bore your warm saccharine perfume

The high notes of your crinkled voice’s tune

These fragments of someone are all I knew

But doesn’t love for the small pieces of you

Still count as love, if only a bit misconstrued?

What do divine honest glimpses not produce

If not some form of love, however minute?

I won’t say it. I promised, you know?

Plus, I don’t need to.

I already know...