I lied to you, yes
But by that point I was already dead
Scolding hot drenched syrup
Dropped
Top to toe
Chewy edges
Find my edges
Stick to hairs
And pull
Make me marble
By that point
I was already dead
Didn’t need to lie
To make my heart less humble
When it didn’t even beat
How do I make myself love
Something already dead
Withered and frayed
Taking too long to write
And too slow to come to terms
With its own insignificance
You’d think
Being dead
I’d know my worth by now
But still I wait for the day
My brain catches up
With my bold and arrogant
Imagination
Powerful.