must I blush
to prove to you
I am real
can you see me
from behind the
dirty lens
will you believe
the distortion
and choose to try
to break what about me
you don't understand
do you want to
spit on me
polish me
claim the tidbits
of me that you
appreciate
maybe take credit
for a moment of
weakness in a night
of dark forlorn, then
write a check for all
you leave broken
take the smear that
my lipstick left
on your greedy mouth
is my heart heavy
enough to weigh you
down
to the bottom of
where you know
you don't belong
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