Displaced.

We’d only just begun to levitate before

fate dictated the life I thought we’d create
and left my tongue with the sick taste of

her on your mouth.

The truth has been displaced 

with revelations you couldn’t remediate.

And the conversations you refused to imitate 

became so constant that my foolish love’

turned to subtle hate.

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