24 June, 2:12 AM
It wasn't about him, It was about me being him.
Its confusing,
How you say you love me
And then, your hand in that picture.
Holding him.
Seemed like a lot of unspoken words,
Speaking out through actions.
I think it's pretty normal to hug and to kiss,
But I don't think I agree with this.
I like the way you choose your spot.
It wasn't planned.
Of course not.
Do you have nothing to say because that is he and this is me?
Something wrong with this poem?
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Deeply personal betrayal and jealousy, grounded in specific situation.
Multiple emotional revelations compressed; dense ideas about love, doubt, infidelity.
Hurt, confusion, accusation dominate; minimal positive affect.
Intense emotional turbulence; confrontational tone; fragmented urgency.
Approximately 13 lines; falls in 7-15 range.
Some metaphorical thinking (actions speaking); mostly direct, declarative statements.
Pure lyric internal voice; introspective first-person processing.
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