I smile my sad smile
Yet I’m happier than I’ve ever been before.
I love a boy
but not enough to think of him
as I’m kissing someone else.
“I would never”
I say as another lie slices my lips
And cuts my tongue in two.
Everything I want to say
Feels like a shotgun in my mouth
And everything that you say to me
Is what pulls the trigger.
But now I’ve learned how to swallow a smoking bullet.
It’s easy –
Just don’t think.
Nataline Ziola (she/her) is a bi-racial writer who loves Marvel, pizza, and the beach.
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