641.

A redundant plea
given how much I want to
live that lie myself.

640.

Before you end up,
willfully, breaking your own
stupid, little heart.

639.

So I ask you to
see who I actually
am without that idea.

638.

A complicit cast
of duplicity made from
illusions of love.

637.

Built from the lies of
imagining what you want
instead of what's there.

636.

Then you will recoil
at just the thought of me and
what never was real.

635.

There will come a day
when the closet inside is
pried open, nosy.