every word that comes out of your mouth
tells me that you have no idea
how you feel to other people
how much you’ve killed
with the things that come out of your mouth
*
you perform mercy and empathy
just to get in and plot another breakdown
dedicated to you
and you take their faith and twist its neck
and they’re so wounded that they cannot turn away
*
and what if I told the faces in my dreams
to stay away from me
would they leave
would they come back as their true selves
or still pretend to be someone else
and lie to me
daring me to find the truth somewhere
*
she sat at the Easter table
but she wasn’t there anymore
*
when she walked through the door
I realised that so often in my life
when I looked at her enter a room
she’d wish herself away
but I was still so happy to see her
Croque-Melpomene 