the worst part of alone

i wish we could have real conversations
maybe about the constellations
i’m sure my poetry isn’t poetry at all
but i’d let you see thru my wall

i’m not much for rhyming
and i’ve got the worst timing
and did i mention i’m a liar
who’s afraid of fire?

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