Lemon Drops Falling

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The tattoos on my skin,

Resemble the pain I’ve gone through,

But they didn't care,

Nothing seems to change their minds,

Their too... stubborn to care,

To realize that what I was telling them was not a lie,

I fell on my knees and I saw someone interesting,

Someone whom I knew suffered the same fate I was too suffering under,

I saw his face,

Made out of paper; the crinkles still there,

I too stared into the mirror and recognized those same crinkles,

I knew for a time he was too… obscene, obscure, but I was too,

Who was I to feel unworthy?

I wanted to feel wanted,

To feel like somebody and he made me feel as such,

He did something no one other than he knows how to do,

No one knows that but me,

And no one ever will,

But I have an escape, hopefully he knows that much,

Tears line the inside of my cheeks,

Blood drips down the side of my head from the distant shouts I sometimes hear coming from outside my window,

But oh delusion, do I have a bone to pick with you?

No,

Instead I clap my hands so gently,

So it doesn’t break,

Cupping in my hands your kiss that fell to me from your mouth,

It… still… feels… warm…