within

withering

vanity

as far

as I

can tell,

you fell

for what

I said

to fool

myself

misled by doubt

I couldn’t help

but mimic bliss

that wasn’t mine

prove me wrong,

if we didn’t

give it all

just to remain

subversive scum

again about

the odds

of whether

I wouldn’t

happen to have

thrived on what’s

off limits

either way

don’t you dare

reconsider

our precious

consolation

in sharing

the exhaution

of wooing

the emerging

merely

in favour

of your

validation