Poems

hypocrite

 

my labour of love is
simply that
i labour
for love
and as for want
well
i learned to
live without
i say that I want to be free
that I want you to disappear
but every single night that
i climb into bed with
your ghost
i prove myself a liar and
a
hypocrite and an
addict to a
hell
of my own
making

 

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