Identity

[Sunburst]

Oh with your drama that will never vanish
your palm to your forehead at each sounding blow
The constant playing of Ave Maria, her sorrow drowning any voices that may enter your apartment
Turn from me and lip-sync the words you know so well
(their shapes but not their sense)
Spread on your chaise like a wounded creature
you play demure but I know better
Weep and fold against my breast
Tug at my shirt when I leave, promising you’ll die without my heart
and my words
Collapse onto the floor and beg for me
(but really for you)
Nothing can soothe your soul or smooth your pain
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