i could have
told you in the open,
i love you,
but no, i did not,
i look at myself in
the mirror
and pinch my nose,
i am real,
my nose hurts,
my love is true,
and it is not
really for you.
i pinch my ears,
i am real,
i am beautiful,
my love is true,
(and i do not
deserve you)
i touch my lips,
i miss your kiss.
i remember the
taste,
salty like tears.
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