HEARSAY

my memories are etched in hearsay
was is never as true as is
so i fill the holes with lies
if it feels real isn't it real?

the long pauses
my hesitation
his indecision
his contempt for it
his bravado a mask
ironic that's all he became
that's all i became
the world is your mirror
he feared what he was
and i became what he was
words unspoken
thoughts inferred
past rejections keeping us mute
i’d rather annoy him
than make myself weak
"you may forget my face,
but you won't forget my bite"
he'd rather let go
than risk feeling unwanted
but i think he knew
and there was something daring in his tone
he always wanted me to jump
probably wondered why he couldn't do it himself
but we never knew what was waiting on impact
i never felt further away
than when he was right here
but i can feel it
his hesitation
my indecision
my contempt for it
my bravado a mask
ironic that's all i became
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my memories are etched in hearsay
was is never as true as is
so i fill the holes with lies
if it feels real isn't it real?
let me propose another one
he does the same