I’ve never been sincere

I wish the road were long.

That I’d never catch sight of my building.

That the night would stretch on.

That the street would be infinite, potholed,

Blessing us with:

A flat tire, worn and battered,

and junk blocking the way.

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Just so I could remain

Alone in your company

Under a drunken decay,

Basking in your undivided attention,

Hearing your voice, though I hear it

Every single day.

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Just so I could remain

Under your spotlight

Despite my conscience’s dismay:

You tell me you have never experienced love,

I say I’m fascinated by your sincerity.

And the candid thing you say is:

In your life, you have never been sincere.

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I feel the urge to slur:

Not even her — don’t you love her?

I feel the urge to say:

If you don’t love her, why do you stay?

I feel the urge to plead:

If you don’t love her, would you please love me?

I say nothing, I look out the street.

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The car pulls up to the curb.

I prepare to say goodbye with a kiss

On a good old friend’s cheek:

I stare at the windshield,

I hesitate to leave my seat,

I end up kissing air instead of skin.

In my life, I have never been sincere.

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1: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/0nH9gn9DHQ

2: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/jPjvP4zFBP