It's Zenobia

Little Inconsistencies Insisting We Or rather I Should reconsider The way your tongue Forms letters To words To curve Around the truth In waves Inevitable ways To  deceive But you concede to the simplicity Of language Of me Hanging On your every bitter word Served lukewarm To what you assume Is an unsophisticated palate I have it There on the tip On the pink Of my tongue The taste of us Undone by your lies Little Letters Littered At my feet I worked late I worked straight Through lunch I’m just not feeling much In the mood So I brood In the corner And think Think Think On the receipts That you leave Lying around The whispered conversations The sensation That we are not alone That your time Is not your own That you owe More to amex than you have spent On me, or us Or them And this love Breeds contempt Breathes And then Clears its head It will not be bent We have not developed Its elasticity This love Will break Wi...

I made notes On the way he chose To love me Listless From a distance With my flaws on his tongue For all who'd listen Loudest for me, How we could be, if I was just better I made notes so I could remember How I let someone's love shape me How I was smart to break free I made notes and chose To save me, Made my own definition, trust me I chose to love me

The tears I refuse to cry Fill my lungs And I slowly Die Stubborn attempts at strength Leave me spent And I say my name quietly The letters roll around my mouth Press against my teeth And ask me What it all means Who am I Why can't I figure this out All the years of living  Leave me confused at who I see My name, my name, my name It used to mean something and I Can't remember, how, or why or When it changed