Meet new people and babble
Laugh as they tiptoe around
so-called sensitive sensibilities
Push back where it tells
Tweak and prod till satisfied
But afterwards wonder
And wish i could ask them
was it good for you?
Stand at bus stands
Waiting for rides
Watch the sky turn to twilight
the world steeped in deception
Feel the world slip surreal
through my fingers
Let the throbs in my heels
take over my tired head
Think of duplicities
And lies and pretenses
Revel in guilt and complications
Find perverse pleasure
in placing the blame
on the right person.
Me.
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