he has fed you
with poems
you do not understand
but you shall still savor
his lines, drink his
metaphors
for it means, that though
you are at times hungry,
you have still his poems
the persistence of being earnest
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Sometimes I swear it is easy to just give up whenever the universe is
sending me signals that it doesn’t care about what I’m trying my best to
accomplish—m...
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my being hungered.
for his poems.
but the poems were not mine to own.
he nonchalantly handed me, slips of conversation...then summed me up in a phrase.
i did not have to close my eyes.
to visualize...
him, as he notched a line in his bedpost - minuscule.
so my being famished.
for his poems - that were never there.
and his transient stay...
with a bitter aftertaste...
i deem.
he was never there.
funny how everything sometimes rests, in a poem.
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