Category : Poems

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That person
 
Of course, someone would tell you they love you.
You are so naïve.
 You aren’t considering who that person really is,
but you continue to get lost inside the windows of their open
sea. You don’t care about the way that person thinks of
things or the way they hear or see.
Flamboyant colors on their shirts, and the constant glaze of dew
On the forehead of that person.
God, you love them. You love them.
How? 
That person shames you for being alive,
but you praise them
For lying your name through their teeth.
You obsess over that person who
Gives portraits of your misbehavior to peasant like people.
That person created you, you’re just an animation inside
Their head.