I hate feeling emo.

A stream-of-consciousness poem by yours truly. I swear, I'm posting this then going to sleep, because, well, it's easier not to think that way.

I once wrote a poem about you, and
it was rather crap.
That's just as well, because
the way I treated you, too
was rather crap.

You once wrote a poem about me
and I never got to hear it.
Everything you say, to me
makes me the bumbling fool--
The gentleman falls for the shrew
Who was, incidentally, too
far gone to hear the wonder
that is you.

And every day I live I die alone;
That's just as well, because
I'm rather used to it now.
Until, of course, you look
at me and then
beyond, without a second glance.
But I do remember, now,
that I've earned this.

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