I never grew up.

The truth is relative

-to the teller-

and I'm not so much dishonest 

as much as

unable

to decipher

the way the world works

and my cog's position in it

but we both keep turning.

You are an ocean away

in that vacant seat.

We were love on display

and now we are rotting meat. 

The mirror is clean

a work of art

fit to prove

the lesser truths

that are an arsenal.

There is more to me than this. 

There is no more of me than this.