There are no coherent words escaping your lips
Your eyes pry mine open for me to see and listen
Your neck strains agains your collar to choke out the words
I only wanted to hear what I wanted, versus what you said


Your chest rises in a motion too fast, I stumble
You cry because of the words I refuse to accept
You plead with me to come to terms to the truth you mouth to me
But I refuse, because my fingers covered your mouth instead

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