Who Doesnt Realize Their Perspective Is Flawed - Blog Posts
smoke and mirrors
i want you to make me pretty
unmake who i was beneath your hands
take all my soft parts and sharpen me
press me to you to find no curved edge
i want you to push down where it hurts
i want you to yield me a secret
you can’t break something already broken
i already know you'll never keep it
don’t ask to know me,
go on, make me anew
see me where no one has seen
i can pretend i was what you drew
look in the places that matter the least,
lick the tears from my cheeks and bite down
strip me to skin to skin, but
there will always be space, no matter how thin
i want you to taste me
take a day or two to wash the scent
miss me when i’m gone; won’t you?
convince me not to pretend
it isn’t kind, is it? to yourself, nor i
making mirrors and posing and refracting light
you can try, but we’ll never see eye to eye
even when silk drape isn’t on your mind
smoke and mirrors, painful prayer, nothing to see
you will never make a beggar of me