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Candy-coated deceit always tastes better

when served with sugarcane lies.

I bet I could tempt you to believe my poker face

and fold like the lawn chair on the back porch;



tempt, but never convince.



I try to tell myself

I don't deserve the disappointment of another failure,

but that I need to hear it tapping at my bedroom window

in the form of your bony finger.



A shoebox full of the motheaten dreams

I meant to burn last summer,

sits on the top shelf of my closet;

I didn't expect them to survive the winter

without rekindling their brittle roots.



A crown of thorns that bleeds

the color and warmth out of life,

will always fit better

than any carnation halo;



so stop bringing me flowers.