Second Victim
I bathe in you and your lies
Will I ever learn to let go
Wake to your obvious
Ignorance to my warmth.
Am I so cold to you,
My friendship ugly?
How I waste my head
Residing over your nothingness.
A second victim of your guilt -
That which you made vocal
But evolves you did not feel anyway.
Do you even know what you tell:
Such parody and distortion.
Will you narrate your truth
To bring about my freedom?
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