it isn't me you like.
it's not this pale face
not this person who sleeps before midnight
wakes to a job she hates
and rinse and repeat.

it's fake me
my face years younger
the way it looked when you were inside me
fake me that can turn any conversation into sex
the girl that tells you you could have her again some day
if you play your cards right

I wish I had the conviction to show you the truth
I wish I had even an inkeling that you'd come back for more
a second serving of my lined face and wrinkled belly
the truth of all my mind and not just the pretty parts

if our road had more than one destination
it might be worth showing you the real me