Boyfriends - Theresa

I am a believer in unmade beds
I will not pretend I am unwell read
The ones I have loved neither left nor dead
Live on in the madness around my bed

Please don't mind me speaking so softly
It's not often friends come to visit me
The air in the room perforates with ease
But these walls are shelves lined with enemies

Can boredom mean more than poems can
When every breath tries to understand
Hush throttles my fear with your steady hand
Thus I will not question your smirking plans

Thoughts are products of contentment
That's why I have no thoughts this moment
If I've made you smile with your clear consent
You've let fall the anchor of your intent

I am truly as I pretend to be
But you've shown more interest than honesty
You've learned it's easy to believe things
You never considered questioning

Written by:
Cas Kaplan

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