ψεύτης

You like lying on my floor;

you like lying

with every breath.

Like it’s the carbon dioxide

to your oxygen.

And oxygen is what I’ve lacked

since the kiss we shared.

But you don’t know how to share completely.

Feelings, secrets, and nights

are cemented and imprisoned

in your memories.

I will forever remember you.

You, as you lye on my floor lying.

by: me.

8/10/11

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