no art

got too honest
too fast,
but that’s not the issue.
it is? I don’t know.
I don’t know much.

your eyes flicker when
you touch yourself. that’s what
I said. I don’t know
the rules. you called me
out.
all I do is lose with you.

my poetry has no art.
what were you doing in my
bed? why even play that game?
I would’ve shown you had
you just asked. you
didn’t need to highlight
my fool side.
ha, pool side I can get convinced
you might prefer my company
over others.

no need for the usual tactics!
I trick myself.

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