the alarm clock paradox -colab

you stripped your sweater to
show me your freckles,
and oh how i'd love to peel them off,
because you're no swan, lovely--
not with those small brown accidents
kissing your every inch of
sympathetic skin
when they should be
kissing every inch of mine.

the stars
formed a coalition
to sign a petition
to ban you from
the sky, but i
thoroughly object;
what else could i wish on?

when you're alone, you'll always
lust for the bedroom door
to lock you in forevermore,
to lock me out forevermore;
that way you're safe to be the
sweet nothing that you see--
the ghostling in the mirror.
you're still just one
of those dirty little things,
and it scares you to tears.

i promised not to be a
liar, when you
promised to make me love you
(remember how i said
i could never love you?
well, i was lying)
you should know, darling,
a liar always lies.
you should know, darling,
this is not a lie.
and you should know, darling,
there's no difference between
dishonesty and disinterest.

so just forget to remember me
the way i
try to appear.
you know i hate myself
for being your open book,
(or do i?)
especially since you've never
bothered to read me.

i see the truth more clearly
with every lie--
so let sleeping dogs lie.
and just know, with every
step you don't cover up,
that's one more risk
to wake those dogs up.