mathiasthom (mathiasthom) wrote in queerpoets,
mathiasthom
mathiasthom
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Singsong

Who could respect
or possibly love me
not asking for perfection
just another inner reflection, now

Endearments that sprinkle
off candy-coated tongues
like wasps in ears,
stinging it's singsong

The politics of dancing
between multiple stations
only leads to heartbreak
and miscalculations

Say the words
do you actually believe them?
hear the monologues,
such white noise dialogues

Breathe in, breathe out
another wall of concrete doubt
something's are best left without
never having any clout

mathiasthom
written 7/24/18
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