poems with no names

iii

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I do not love you 

no, that’s not true. 

I do not know how to love you 

Every touch seems careless

Every kiss seems directionless

What more evidence did i need?

only the fact that in my eyes

there was always you 

you, who sleeps in my eye’s iris

just as playful as such, 

 and lovable as such.