Freaky Eyes

missing

i am missing
in these ways
between the buried me
are slivered entrails
of a thousand thoughts each day

cut flowers in a bowl
your critical eye on them all
with constant derision
and a mocking kiss for me

in this room
i am nowhere to be seen
in this room
i am ready to be saved
in this room
these moments wear me naked

because neither one of us
are who you wish
we are

and neither one of us
are who you want
us to be

I am not her
and you are not
the person
you want others to believe

i am yours badly
but nothing’s real, Dr. Jekyll
and thick condescension
chokes the atmosphere

are you missing me?

you might
if you knew me

you might
if you knew you

you might
if there was really anyone
in this room

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