in remembrance of something that never happened

i hope someday i will forget
to read your poems
stop wondering if you’re wondering
about me as you sit awake
in front of your keyboard
the harsh glow of the screen
keeping your mind awake, but not alert

my poems are verses from an autobiography
but yours read like fiction from a magazine
my poems mostly have no form,
but yours are too damn calculated
how can i crave someone i’ve never met?
i admit that i lie, but sometimes i feel
like maybe i’m the only one being honest

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