Whoopsy Daisies

Weird Poetry

I know

That I am guilty

Of thinking a poem

Is about me

When it actually is

Not.

Paranoia, terror and wishful thinking can feel one and the same when reading other people’s poetry.

So

Same goes the other way;

If you think a poem

That I have penned/tapped/bled

Is about

You,

There is a high likelihood,

A very high one, actually,

That it is

Not.

It is probably just about

Me.

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❤👽

~~~

*** You’re so self-absorbed, Toots. ***

*** Everyone has their vice. I am my own. ***

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