If you knew you were the victim of my poetry,
Would you really start to look at me?
See past the past, through the threats,
Would you let us both forget?
If you knew how i lie night after night,
Obsessed with every detail of your smile,
Would this pull at your heart,
Or simply push us further apart?
if you knew of the lies I tell,
Denial of how I long for you,
Would you still talk as old friends dare
Or run, petrified that I still care?
If you could see my words free now,
Spilled carelessly across this page,
Would you define them in dark dark ink,
Or rub them out, for i dare to think?

