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You called me slow, Said I miss the obvious. Truth is, I was just the audience, pretending I didn’t already know The next scene in this show. Funny how that almost worked out. Goodmornings and goodnights, Hellos and goodbyes. Every. **** Chance. Tall ******* Every **** chance you got, You made me guess who you admired, Asked questions about myself, Masked as curiosity, Suited in nuance It was all in plain sight, You just waited for a time, The perfect moment, For the perfect rhyme. And I may have given it At just not the right chime. Because here’s the discrepancy; I’m not ready for labeling. I’ve learned to say no Before knowing why. Years and years even before. I noticed the way your eyes linger, Started thinking I was this ‘her’ You always mention. How it caught my attention. But I am not her. I cannot bend to the shape Of someone else’s expectation. I am still learning How to own my edges, How to carry my own light Without apology. I’m sorry. For I might never be ready. I respect you, But I owe myself first The space to be complete Without fitting into your rhyme.
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Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 9:58 AM UTC
GeeNever Noticed (I Always Did)
You called me slow, Said I miss the obvious. Truth is, I was just the audience, pretending I didn’t already know The next scene in this show. Funny how that almost worked out. Goodmornings and goodnights, Hellos and goodbyes. Every. **** Chance. Tall ******* Every **** chance you got, You made me guess who you admired, Asked questions about myself, Masked as curiosity, Suited in nuance It was all in plain sight, You just waited for a time, The perfect moment, For the perfect rhyme. And I may have given it At just not the right chime. Because here’s the discrepancy; I’m not ready for labeling. I’ve learned to say no Before knowing why. Years and years even before. I noticed the way your eyes linger, Started thinking I was this ‘her’ You always mention. How it caught my attention. But I am not her. I cannot bend to the shape Of someone else’s expectation. I am still learning How to own my edges, How to carry my own light Without apology. I’m sorry. For I might never be ready. I respect you, But I owe myself first The space to be complete Without fitting into your rhyme.
I cannot fathom what bro saw in me. [December 9, 2025]
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Lucienne
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Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 9:58 AM UTC
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