i've exposed
much naivety,
ignorance
really
though welcomed by
prim
tongues burnt
and singing high
praise,
the doubt
looms big
do they think
that i'm wearing
a wig?
does she know
i'm still worth
the time
now that everything
wrong
at last
tumbles
upright?
expectations
casual,
Not Causal
(as in the
inevitable
repercussions
of love or lust
baited, retreating)
and it all seems
so simple when
you're not
still
wallowing
alone
in a tainted space,
their painted faces
question
my familiarity,
or maybe just i do,
though i love
my gatekeeper
so.
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