Glittering in
the dim light, you
lie
against my collarbones
and
lie
about my identity.

You make them
think

“classy”

when I’m anything
but.

You make
them think that
I wear this for
them.

All you are is
the materialization to the
love
of my friends.

Nothing more,
and nothing less.

Their love
is worth millions
more than you.

Their love
is priceless.