don't make this easy
i want you to mean it
i want you to tell me
i want you to need me.

i know i was the ticket
to get you from there
i know you were in it
for me to just care.

it wasn't that hard
i didn't call you a liar
but i know who you are
you gamble with desire.

the mirror holds your faces
your favorite dress up clothes
you've been to many places
they've all been under cloaks

by Desiree Whitamore

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