6Recycled Words
I'm feeding you recycled words,
tailoring them to your tastes.
They've been rehearsed before
To maintain this illusion.
We live this lie.
Because I'm all too confident.
I don't miss a beat.
I don't forget a line.
It's impossible for this to be real
If I'm not tongue-tied.
You don't leave me speechless as I do you.
You leave me not breathless in your wake,
Only ephemerally enthrall
But after lucid walks
It's true
That I don't love you
The way you want me to.
11/5/05