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By Ali Date: 2007 Sep 20 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.20.23.30.11185]] |
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honey, you don't really know me-- that I'm five by five even in crisis, red heels to match a red smile, always ready to offer lips in prayer and sin, but, baby--not to you. honey, you play pretty, but it's just pretend, and you're fishing for a reason, stealing a tarnished treason because you can't even afford the real thing-- and I don't stoop so low as to be anybody's lonely moment, or casual sensual surrender. honey, you don't really know me, and you've never really seen my face, not in the ways that matter-- the trouble is, I don't think you can see beyond it, beyond the sway of my smile, beyond these secret moments you use to pass through one lonely night or another, and there's nothing left of me for you--just this strangely one-sided past, a naive streak in my smarter-than-you intelligence. you were a flaw in my shadow, a glitch in my good armor, a weakness I suffered when I was breaking, or broken. but the truth is, baby-- you were never worth my time. |