you always pretend
not to know,
not to care,
not to be aware.and i always
had to pretend
like it's okay for
you not to know.
you didn't really have to.
i don't want you to know
that you're hurting me.
i don't want you to know
that i'm insatiably insane
for you.but, please,
let me know if you are too.
then there might still
be hope for us two.
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beautiful lies
Poetryshattered pieces of your heart is where beautiful lies, lie within. 01/01/19 ©artoxicated