False Netting Poem by Dakota Ellerton

Sometimes you may not lie to me,
but you never tell the whole truth.
You think you're protecting me,
but it's nothing but covering your tracks.
A buy one and get the second half price,
kind of deal.
But I'd never want that.
So how could you?
You who claims to love.
You love none.
You don't know how to love.
There's public school love,
highschool love,
then forever love.
You know of,
highschool love.
Where you care for someone,
you'll sulk if they leave you then move on to the next one.
But if you leave them?
You'll keep as many going as possible.
Like a collection of comic books under your bed.
No one needs to know.
I don't want to be a stash under your bed.
The skeleton in your closest.
The moth in your sock drawer.
I don't want to be those things.
I don't want you to pretend your mine.