mango summer sunset | | august poems (2023)

Depends on Which Way You're Facing

I would say, I would rather have one true friend
over one hundred fake friends,
because I would rather be alone by myself
then feel alone in a room full of people;
if I were in a room full of one hundred you's
I would still feel alone.

I see myself so much in you;
every one of our shared flaws is magnified
in my perception of you; the things I hate
about myself like a gash
between the center of your eyes and
you do not notice it.

You insist that you are correct and I am not, but you forget
that being right depends on which way you're facing.