First In Line

The slip of forever stains your lips

Destined to be forgotten again

Words waiting patiently at the ready

Locked and loaded I'm floating

Arrive only to drift away slowly

Two lost hearts hoping and loathing

 

I smell a guilty new wond

Sixth sense, drawn to stitches

Pick pocketer of happy endings

Skipping ahead won't serve us well

Cloaked in an intricate woven wish

Hide and seek won't cure this itch

 

I'll play pretend if I can stay

First in line for this wicked game

 

Baby won't you tell me what's wrong?

String by string I play along

You hide it so well but my heart is all seeing

The blood still stains your sheets

Let me forgive you, or let me leave

 

Self inflicted third eye bruise

One and done I drank the juice

Passenger ticket no stops left

Take your time to catch your breath

Wonder which lie will caress my distress

 

Baby won't you tell me what's wrong

String by string I play along

You hide it so well, but my heart is all seeing

The blood still stains your sheets

Let me forgive you, or let me leave

 

I'll play pretend if I can stay

First in line for this wicked game

This poem is about: 
Me

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