Thank you for acknowledging my existence.
It really means a lot.
Thank you for taking time out of your day to see me.
For looking me in the eyes.
For finding interest in what I have to say.
Even if you are faking it.
Then thank you for being discreet.
Even if I am simply a pedestal to present your intelligence on.
Then I hope I am wide enough to fit your ego.
Even if I only exist when I'm right in front of you.
Then thank you for the moment.
I now find color in my blandness.
Because you had painted it there.
Thank you for ruining my life.
Because you are all I ever think about now.
Thanks for nothing.
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A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of mostly free verse poems and short stories. Sometimes it is nice to simply clear your head. *Trigger warnings: descriptions of disturbing themes such as: body horror, death, interactions with the uncanny, topics in biology, and suici...
