Tell me what to say to make this any less evident,
To distract from the knowledge that is banging against both of our skulls,
And I will recite it back to you with poise and feeling.
Tell me what to gesture as I speak so that I may be convincing.
So that I may not only convince you but me that this is not actually happening,
And I will execute those swipes and juts with conviction.
Tell me anything, anything at all,
And I will listen because it must be better,
Must be a more acceptable truth than the one I have come to realize in this moment.
