Better autumn times
in my mind’s empty eyes
carry a broken lie,
a falsehood that claws at my skin;
one I can’t let win.
It stares me down
with starry goodbye
kisses that melt frustration.
We ease the tension on a warm bed.
It’s me. In the mirror,
I judge myself for
loving you.
I tried not to.
They told me not to.
I fought back the urge to
seek a fix for your toxic heart.
I can’t help it;
I’m happy that I love you.
If only you knew I existed,
you’d love me, too.
(© 2022 AC)
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