i'll have you know you sting me
with the bitter taste you left in my mouth
when you flaunted your falsities
in the obsenity that poured from your lips
drenched in misconception;
it stained your teeth, your skin, and the carpet
at none but my (seeming) expense
turning your pseudonym transparent black
just like your mind,
your body,
and your soul.
and here, i'll love you for living
but never for beauty
nor respect
nor anything else untrue that you make people think

and you'll fade into nothing
beacuse you're an apparition
of everything lost
and unreal

but i'll still be here in the morning.