I know I like you too much
I could love you if you knew
how could I not
if you were the only one
who stood by me
in the most cavernous
and crouching Cimmerian shade?
when all the monsters from inside of me
they stood in front of me
I could see their claws
clasping
on my throat
I couldn’t breathe
encapsulation of contradictions
in my poor being
you are the same
in challenging things
I admire your strength
in hard times
but all that bothers me about you
is this clownish point of view
all reduced to banality
whenever I try to pick up trivialities
and divert it from the most frequented route
you never let me, leaving tiny bits of blue
breaking through
the only thing I hold on to –
kindness, Your Majesty, and all the greys left beneath your feet
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