how is it possible
for you to lie to me?
how is it possible
that I believed you?
I know the tension
isn't just a fragment
of my imagination.
your veins,
and the blood rushing through them,
tell me you feel it too.
why do you intoxicate me
with your poison?
why do you try
to keep me begging for the cure?
I don't need you
to find a way
to cure myself.
your words,
so loud and clear,
say one thing.
but your body says another.
which do I listen to,
the words you so harshly spit out,
or the way your skin feels against mine?
which do I listen to,
the way you deny,
or the way you ask?
complexity,
in its purest form,
is you.
—myself between dusk and dawn
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About the Creator
Ramiro A. Hernandez
18 || STX || A resident of the Hispanic and mostly rural community of Hidalgo, TX. In love with many things, in hate with none.
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