#5

The seeds you planted
sprouted lies around my bones
They rooted themselves in my body
and called my heart a home
when I, myself,
did not

Your eyes continuously etched lines in my arms
from the way you’d look at me
You kept tallies
Day one, day two,
day one-hundred and three…
and you would cross each cluster
as I casually disregarded
the disdain in your voice
The same way you did
my taste in music.

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