Your voice was once an antidote.
But it now became a poison.
I get sick while listening
how you twist and detour
your sentences to make it
sounds beautiful.
But I just smile.
Not because I know
that you're lying;
but because it's entertaining
to watch how clueless
you are that I'm aware
how fake you can be.
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
