you're here, and I feel so dumb again.
so I can't find the words to say
what you won't hear,
what you won't bear.
I never knew I couldn't win.
I never knew we played by different rules;
am I fair game?
open season on messed-up 'delusional' daughters
falling for the same trick again.
and I'll make another trap...
will you fall for it?
no.
I'm back at the start,
tripping over verbal technicalities.
this stopped being language.
it's a sport now - tentative thoughts,
lightning-fast avoidance.
so when I speak,
I'm never nearing.
you've been listening,
but not hearing.
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