The Switch


It was rarely used

My excuse never felt alive

Everything that I said

My voice, even the look in my eyes


Unspoken sociological rules


Everything I felt, I wore outside


I didn't care

My voice was shattered

There was no want to survive.


What was a smile?

Unanswerable and long.

My hands were always cold

Unlike your eyes

Unlike your songs


Lies lies and lies

Not even a fake pass

I never spoke

You always did

And you somehow managed to make life less black


Queen of dark and bright colors

My enemy

My friend


Ying yang

The switch




What was a smile?

You came

And it escaped


Crisp clear

So slow

The switch you





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