Poetry Three: First Kiss, Fault, Dreaming

First Kiss

"Disillusionment"

She told with lips

But not words

"Takes a bite out of the heart

and strips you of the innocence needed to survive."

I taste blood on my tongue as she breaks her teeth

What she doesn't know

She kisses a corpse

My heart is coated in resin.

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Fault

It’s not my fault

They told me so; it wasn't me.

As I sit in this little white room

And imagine her bright red blood

All over my face, hands, the floor

I agree

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Dreaming

This sentence is false.

Either this is truth,

making it a lie,

Or the sentence is false,

making it true

. . . also a lie.

Perhaps the sentence is false as

-more often than not-

it is a lie.

But the more the lie the more the truth

suggesting truth be more than lie

which creates all the more lie

and truth.

Perhaps the circle is neither,

an illusion.

You’re dreaming.