Fresh Orange Juice

Your demons gnawed at my skin and gnashed their teeth at my fear-filled eyes,

my perpetual self-doubt cyclops squandered my gut-driven doubts,
but I kept quiet,

couldn’t let it out,
couldn’t let people know
that I was suffering behind that beaming grin,

the bell kept ringing
through my skull,
through my limbs,

things are not as they seem,
things are not as they seem,

our love was proud,
our pain was in vain,

we woke each morning
disguised the night’s piercing eyes,

me in a summer dress,
you behind a guitar,

with eager grins and cheeky winks
spilled into a glass of fresh orange juice,

every morning
we woke
again,

I will never let this happen
again.

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