convince me

i am not alone.
                lips enveloped when lick thought closes, stamped
                but organized like.

i have never sat in a room and thought
an empty room thought
inane what-if thought.

i have never been tired from regret
never broken by design
not one light of sunrise has touched me
that i didn’t expect.

i have never masked ache with wit
as he masked intention with silence
never even noticed.

i have never felt caged
never fled to find peace
in a place i’d never put it.

never found it all the same.



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