we are pirates of the
cruelest kind.
we pluder emotions
pillage intimacy
and rape the mind.
the world is our ocean
and we build or ship of
pretty words that lack substance.
we knock back bottles of
pocket distillation
brewed from weakness
and sweetened with lies.
we answer to all and to no one.
so trust nothing,
there's no honor amonst theives.
like you and me,
with you selling me your
bootleg affection
and me,
with all my talk
of a cutlass for a heart,
buying it nonetheless.
and while i'm still not sure
what it is i stole from you,
i guess it's nothing important.
nothing you'd miss.
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