I'm not interested in the

truth anymore

the truth

is a simple way of stating 

the lack of caring

that exists in the world

everybody wants

a pretty face

a disguise

a mask

a statue to caress

a mannequin to hold hands with

solid and cold

nobody wants to

hold together

trembling lips and fingertips

warming

with body heat

clutching sweaty hands

feeling chests

a pulse

beating beneath layers

what matters most

lies within

cherished

by flesh

protected

by skin

pounding pleading

to be reached

don't tell me the

truth

I don't care

I want to believe my fantasy

I want to believe that 

someday

somehow

someone

will have the audacity to

reach

for me.