lovely is what he called me

my too-discerning eyes

weigh the word carefully

tasting its flavor on my tongue

familiar, like home

it has often been

on my own lips

and yet

never before has it sounded

so false

he is not a liar

only kind

the kind, i’m afraid

that does not love

at least, not me

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