When you told me,
I felt like I was nothing,
But I’d never felt so complete.
Your approved of something
So negative
But you didn’t even know.
I know it was beautiful,
But in its irony
It was perfect when you agreed.
Shiny blue lines,
Deep like the water
Where I told you those secrets
That are no longer relevant.
They were being replaced
Even as we spoke,
Acting naïve so you would never stop.
But how can I show you everything?
How can I let you know
When even I’m not sure?
I’ll be faithful when I’m isolated.
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