I hate the way you hold yourself
Like the world is pinning you down
Like every step you take
With your black shoes
Is a step too far
I hate the way you hold things
Like they mean more than me
Like the fragile necessities are your drugs
Your anti-depressant
Your life line to a “happier you”
I hate the way you say “that’s excellent”
When you mean you don’t care
Like when I dance in circles around you
Curtsying, jumping, out of breath
Curtsying, jumping, out of breath
Exhausted
Only to find you weren’t watching.
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