A Collection of Poems

Dear You

Confession of love,

Your persistent was admirable

And I fell to the dove,

Any thoughts of questions answerable.

Over the phone, you hurt,

The white walls you dread,

You words flowing out in a blurt,

My skin crawled of words you said.

Atrocious you spoke of,

The popo on your case.

I knew then— a liar whereof,

To not know names of those who work your trace.

Grasping a theoretical fear,

Would people turn on friends?

Did you even know my father's career?

I know the system; I'm not one to make Amends.

And now we're going different ways,

How glad I am to rid you,

But taking back a gift; what a phase.

Can't wait for the day I can reply, "who?"