Believe in me

(Or perhaps I should say, no, never do that?)

So you come to me for poetry
and I spit on you, as usual

"This is love?"
you ask.

I answer,
I always answer,
"No.

never that."

So you revile me
and tell me it's a lie

"That is not true,
it's my name, but none of that happened."

I answer,
I always answer,
"No.

it was always just like that."

So you threaten me,
"Liar. You filthy liar."

I smile,

I always smile,
"Yes, I suppose."

Loba -
Didn't we have this conversation once? i'm sure we did. you promised you'd be my monkey. forever.

i believed you.

huh?

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