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Aug 2021
I didn’t think it would be
So lonely
I didn’t know you would be
So distant
I didn’t realize your passion
Was so contained
I never wanted
This silence

If my thoughts create my reality
I must be thinking
So lonely —  
So distant,
Contained, and silent
I must have wanted
Your disdain

I must have wanted
Endless refrains of critique
Roller coaster rides
Through scenic glens of heartbreak
Towering signs
Of failure
Up ahead

Hold on, I say to me
Until the love
Is dead
biche
Written by
biche  53/F/Unceded Potawatomi Land
(53/F/Unceded Potawatomi Land)   
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