He was a stranger
And yet everything felt strange around him
It felt like I’ve known him for years
His energy was familiar
The character he portrayed
made everyone feel like he have always been around

Dear self,
In losing you

Days seem blurry
Nights seem scary

Heart grows weary
Eyes turn teary

I lost the merry
I lost the power to write my story

A strange word
which bring people together or apart
A feeling which holds a room for other emotions
It goes a long way with everything

we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections

You gave me a nasty word
You gave me "hate",
the word I never had

You brought nothing but pain
You brought separation
You brought tears as you take our belovedz

What kind of a foreigner are you?
You don't belong in our world
We welcome foreigners who bring good not bad

Can you please go into exile?
Maybe you might enjoy it there 'cause here you made our world so small.

L
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I read between the lines
Trying to discover the pattern
Then I realised F was inversible

I was living a lie all along