all the feelings in the world
piled on my head
every hair of emotion
and I'm pulling them out
painfully, slowly
methodically, one by one
and forcibly shoving them into three words
I love you
looking at myself
well actually looking at you
but I meant introspective
pitiful, bald, invested
and your response is a hug
and a casual kiss
and the backwards thing is
your reaction meant more
nothing substantial, but more
than all the feelings in the world
if in anger I can say things I don't mean
then can't any feeling betray me?
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