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Feb 2020
I made a little dare
for whom of which I care
she now is waiting blindly
for me to do something
I will wait and gather the ability
to speak and write her poetry
I am too scared she will see
What a monster I see in me
Jealous, nieve, and rude
loud, liar, and annoying
she doesn't want to see
What I have told her to
The blinding light has covered them
Waiting for evidence
I really am who I say I am

I hope today I will hear her say
I love you and I care for you
I know she does but she won't tell me
What she really sees in me
I don't know why she is still here
bomb threats, concerts, and libraries
buying gods, bathrooms, google docs, and facetime
all that things I think about when I see you
Now I've dug
Myself a hole
And there is no climbing out
embarrassing encounters
haunt me through the years

I told myself I could do it
You said I should do this too
I was excited and confident
that I would be ok with you
but now we're here
reading this
poem that makes no sense
no metaphors, only lies
I'll shut up
to my girlfriend
Artem Mars
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Artem Mars  Non-binary/Still in IKEA: day 627
(Non-binary/Still in IKEA: day 627)   
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