CALL IT A PRAYER OR A WISH EITHER WAY YOU'RE NOT LISTENING

my eyes will not enchant you

friends will not ask why can't you

escape pervading thoughts of me

like a stream dreaming shots of sea

 

you will not wonder how i cross a room

as if it were the sky and i the moon

you will not puzzle over me instead

of questions of how the stars got overhead

 

and i will not shake you

you decide i won't break you

the way you've

broken me

This poem is about: 
Me

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