dear, aaron.
even if i hate it,
i'm going to use your name from now on.
it's three a.m. and i'm wondering why you always look away whenever i look at you.
tell me.
is it my face?
what i do?
what have i done wrong?
and please,
don't call me sage.
my name is as ugly as it gets.
if you want me to tell you my name,
just think.
think of the most peculiar name,
in our school.
you will know someday,
or not.
how much do you know me, anyway?
–me
YOU ARE READING
labirinthine
Poetry❝you and your nebulous lies, it's sempiternal.❞ [poetic-ish letters.] #660 in poetry
