i've never met another man

with the guts to love you like you

should be loved

the moon is right for killing

and i know i always came too soon

i could write a million stupid rhymes about it but

growing up is letting

all the lies you were told when you were little

by everyone you trusted

be torn from your heart

while you love them so much

when they are all you have to make sense of the world

it's a necessary betrayal

of everyone including yourself

there are dumb animals

and you another one

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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