Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Fine d

I find that I can't be myself with you.

I find that I find nothing to say

that you won't find wanting.

I find that I find myself degraded

by the faults you find in me.

I find that I mind how I find myself feeling

in your presence.

Perhaps, one of these days, you won't find me

in your presence

Anymore.

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