Truth (Poem) (Patreon)

Revelations on what I've really been hiding away and why. - Clovis

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Truth

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I assumed it inadequacy that I hid from your prying, claw-nailed hands, sweet corpse eyes, and starved mouth,

That you tore from me in thin, bloodied shreds, chopped with worn rotten teeth, tasted upon cruel tongue, 

Dulled knife, unsharpened, twisting into my organs without courtesy of being fine nor beautiful,

It was my brilliance, concealed, dampened, smothered to near-death, that I never wanted you to love again,

To pretend you own, created, knew, by more than sheer accident, 

A luck most fleeting and a dream I intend to break, shatter, Take,

Glass memories, handle with care, hands bleeding, smile of sharp pain and pride, never dulled,

For love is the only thing I cannot bear turned ugly, that I cannot find meaning in once broken,

And Ugly is a synonym for You.