i can't even

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You say
I can't be trusted
fingers and words hammered firmly
the boards onto the hurt
keeping the wounds in place

I watch the stars' twinkling reflect from
the tears you cry as they collect into puddles
as you choke out tales of your Beautiful Asian
Storyteller painting your world
"I love...
I will...
I'll never...
I don't..."

Liar, cheater, using your life
to feed mine
said those tall tales until they
consumed you

and I couldn't hide my shame
even if the stars were gone

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