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Filtered Sunlight

Don’t say anything to me  
I’m dripping diamonds on the concrete
A pool of blood in the summer
I’m the kind of lie
That has a different color
Stay away  
My head’s stuck in the gutter
 

Stop coming back to me  
Our history is blinding  
 
 
You’re the water under the floorboards  
Evidence of the heavy storm
I can’t take this anymore
Your honesty is haunting me  
Stop opening my locked doors  
Go back to the way it was before
 
 
Tell me how you really feel
None of my memories are real
Innocent by my own design
I’m the truth  
Of an unfinished line  
Don’t leave  
My head’s never satisfied
 
 
I regret wanting to know  
The person I was five years ago
 
 
You’re the water under the floorboards
The evidence I can’t ignore
I can’t take it anymore
Your honesty is haunting me
Can we go back to the lie from before
You found the key to my locked doors
 
 
I’ve been living a lie  
Hiding behind closed blinds  
Now I’m trying not to die  
Staring at the collapsing sky  
The filtered sunlight  
Was the only thing keeping me alive  
 
 
Written by QuietlyOutspoken
Published | Edited 30th Dec 2022
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