The vague thoughts
of you in
my head is
definitely an illusion
of silly deception.
It's like a
deception of a
deluded one asked
to step into the
deep murky waters
just to retrieve
the slimy spit
of a loved one.
Like a man
who shaved
his beard off
and still wants
to wear it
on his head
as a souvenir.
Like a child
that saves his
tears on a jar
to be used
as an ointment.
Like something
you don't know
or understand
that mysteriously
pulls you back.
Like an uncanny
whirlwind that
blows at midday.
Like the sound
of an unseen feet
raising lots
of dust on
a lonely street.
It is a
terrible deception that
cannot be atoned
either in time
or eternity.
Like a foul
smelling ****
that can choke
even the fish
in the deepest waters.
I just want
to be myself,
not you.
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