still sticky, still [hollow] dreams of sweet things

(Note: Like the subject of this poem, the poem can be read "internally and externally": with or without the brackets. Enjoy.)

 

you puffed [yourself] out in front of me in front of everyone

a sugar coated bubble

of [   empty    ] air

but your eyes wandered when were were 

alone

as you

puffed [yourself] out,

bubble burst, broke with

a gun-shot anger,

and I saw [you were  empty       ]

plastic, [you] had been it all along-

[you are still    empty            ] stuck to me.

 

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