Him
Sometimes i write poetry
about you on the
internet:
Strangers who never met either of us
think you’re cruel
they think it’s
beautiful:
how i am broken
i don’t think they
understand,
you used to tell me i was
beautiful
i tried saying it in the mirror
the other day,
but it sounded wrong:
without your mouth wrapped
around it.
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