I wish we were better strangers.
I wish I didn’t force myself to look at the ground,
to avert my gaze when I’m out and about
for fear of locking eyes with you.
I wish that you would finally have enough
of your games, of your sick satisfactions
and leave me alone.
I don’t wish for much, but I wish
for countless miles to come between us
and for some indication
that you’ll be alright at a distance.
But now I stare a ground that will not budge.
That’s some strong poetry there! Good work, CD!
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Thank you!
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I can relate to this, beautifully expressed, as only you can
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