Let's play pretend,
and fall back into those familiar roles
that we've grown so accustomed to.
Only now, when I'm not myself,
can I weave and wind
my way around these things we've made together -
I can find each tiny nook and crevice and
fill their quiet spaces with secrets.
I can't forget what I know now,
but I can kiss away the things that hurt,
all those things that left their marks on
the edges of our love.
Let me be somebody else and bring you back
to that place where you go when no one's looking,
and we can stay there as long as you'd like.
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