You kid yourself
When even the deaf man heard you tell her.
You fawned over her open legs again, professing love.
You said it to the back of his head and her thighs;
You said it, but he proved it.
You don't see
When even the blind man has to show you.
That my legs are open, too, building you sand castles.
Castles for you and the lover you'll choose tomorrow.
But always back to her, with another man between those legs.
You don't love
When even I have to point out your heart.
Capable of love, love unwanted; something prettier.
Your heart needs something it can flaunt proudly,
Not I, said the girl building you castle upon castle.
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