Your Hands As Truths..

when you say you like me
i know
you meant the opposite
and then i say that it is over
which you
of course fully understand
that i still need
another beginning

in this game, i opted for
consistency

a tooth for a tooth
an eye for an eye

look at us, look at us
i need to find your hands and hold them
as truths.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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