#so don’t worry we’ve got a good poem resovoir

[ezra-poetry]

you still don’t know. you told me outright, and yet you don’t know i know.

you told me his nickname.

you told me you were sorry.

you told me you tried too keep it quiet.

you told me he was in our house.

you told me he fixed things.

you told me lies. I don’t know whether they were then or before, but these are mutually exclusive.

you can’t cheat and not cheat.

you can’t stay and leave.

you only have so many options, and they’re running out.