are those the same lies you told all of your lovers?
with lips red as your half-namesake
and that sting worse than thorns
someone told me “stay away things
that never belonged to you”
clearly she had a mark of ownership on him
why are you so greedy?
you can’t fool me
with the collar around your neck
you know you’re the owner around here, not the object
release me from your prison of mirrors
only clowns are supposed to joke around
did you really love her?
or is that your excuse for every mistake of yours