Inches from my face,
your eyes flicker crimson flames.
You hate me with the contradiction
of a thousand Valentine cards.
We’re not so different, you and me.
You despise that I’m not what you want;
I hate myself for thinking I ever could be.
Twitter – @AC0040
(© 2023 AC)
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