Poetry Blog by The Black Bile (But you don't)

I Told Myself But Never Admitted To
What I Knew…..
Insinuations. 
And Yet There’s Still That Part Of Me
Waiting To Get Back Home, Back To My Room
And Say,
That Trip Took A Really Long Time,
Now….What Was I Doing?
How You Managed To Keep Us All Together
Without Figuring Me Out?
A Card Up His Sleeve, The Gambit Was Mine.
But I Can’t Seem To Turn It Off.
And I Can’t Explain The DejaVu.
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