this poem isn't about you
I don't know how I feel
I'd rather write about the Moon
or something else that's real

or how the rising tide can be
a metaphor for change
or something deep
beneath the sea
mysterious and strange

but will I turn away from you
in silence and control
or write the shining sky into
a mirror for your soul?

with every single word I write
the lie becomes less true
to shout into the night
"This poem isn't about you!"

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how much of your soul have we bought?
do you decide what the world thinks
or learn to think the Zeitgeist's thoughts?

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watch your step
don't rock the platform you've been given
choose your words
like you deserve
to blindly serve the algorithm

when you do bad things
I forgive you

when you show weakness
I don't judge

although sometimes
I get angry

still I do not
hold a grudge

your imperfections
make you special

your problems
make me want to help

and it is true
that I love you

the way I wish
I loved myself

you are like a well
when I fall into you
my sky becomes so narrow
I can only see one sign

just this once
can I not run
from a safe haven
full of hope
into a den of beasts?

why do I look for that?
am I afraid of peace?

in the dark water
a shining light
is it the Sun
or the eye
of some

monster of the deep

I tell myself that I hate you
deep down I know that isn't true

the truth is that I am afraid
of a love sharper than a blade

the things I hope and feel and want
are not so easy to confront

so I conceal my pain and fear
with anger
like a steel veneer