Rehearsed Distance
You do not look at me—
not once.
Your avoidance feels rehearsed,
like a script you’ve practiced
to perfection.
As though if your eyes meet mine,
your silence will crack,
and the truth will tumble out
before you can stop it.
Rehearsed Distance
You do not look at me—
not once.
Your avoidance feels rehearsed,
like a script you’ve practiced
to perfection.
As though if your eyes meet mine,
your silence will crack,
and the truth will tumble out
before you can stop it.
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