Today I discovered
that I give you bad vibes.
I smirked.
There's one kind of person
who dislikes me so.
The kind of person who
wants what someone has:
a lover,
an intelligence,
or a dominance.
You haven't spoken to me since.
You've been whispering to others.
Had you offered your hand
I would have been a friend.
You chose to be a shadow
and so eclipsed
any stairway you had
with a frigid door
locked with a knowing smile.
Yet, killing with kindness
has its own delights.
A soft, gentle blade
inserted right where you can see.
A tender cut through your hate.
Will regret stain your blood
or will you offer me more?
Everyone has a ghost.
Mine sees yours.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
