We can only relate superficially,
you and I.
Nothing less that that
but also never more.
You rant of things beautiful
and sing of Love and passion yet
it sounds all wrong to me.
Your idea of Beauty is not as mine.
Eyes that draw even more eyes,
admiration and adoration follow you.
Yes, the grace by which you move
even I find to be captivating.
If only you were less ignorant,
less innocent.
What sparkles on the outside,
will perhaps reach the inside.
I do not care for your whims
nor your dreams.
So if you could just leave me alone
carry on on your own.
I can be happier, breathe easier.
Perhaps even ignore,
the death that lingers
beneath your fingers.
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