I Did Not Like It

i actually did not like it
when you rest your head
on my shoulders
while we were on bed
and you ask
if at all you mattered

how could you be
so shortminded?

i am tired
and i have no mind
and i can be so dishonest

i do not like it
when you compel me to make another lie tonight
in my silence

you equated it with
yes....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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