Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Unspecified Pronouns

I think you are cruel
In your deepest heart 
And if you don't see this
You are a fool 

Even now in our separate worlds 
Connected we live 
So differently 
Than we did 

Then
Cluelessly 
You came after me in tears 
Problems with pronouns 
Defined your whole year 

All the undercurrent, 
I was so obvious! 
Something unsettled 
Was capped by 
The insidious 
(You rendered our history ridiculous) 

Cuteness couldn't win my mind
with something so simple 
written clearly in my face 
-A dead give away- 
but I was replaced 

I saw this act span across years
I saw a real you
Trapped inside the game 

I saw strings attached 
& I drew up a child 
How long have I known? 
How long these strings? 

And you stop 
Your dance
Speaking straight
To my face 

"What's wrong?" you ask, "What's wrong?" 

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