the Truly Insane
Would've been convenientto know you were insane
before we got into all this
Black mascara wouldn't
streak my pillowcases
I wouldn't have humiliated myself
dissecting your love poems
to other women
Or hidden in the bathroom
between white porcelain
and a frigid wall
grasping knees
in nylon panties
and barefeet
frozen
on a slutty tile floor
But you are innocent
the truly insane
never know
who they are
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