vii. dearest unknown lover

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i have never been good with people.
their feelings disorient me,
the empathy i cannot feel
makes them scared.
but even if i can't feel
what you feel
or think the way you do,
even if i can't put myself in your place,
i know you're building a smile
stronger than the pressure
of all the promises i will never tell.

i don't hug you too strongly
because i know your pulse has
always been weak.
i don't say certain things
because they're meant to destroy
the most beautiful of things.

i don't say certain things
because they hurt.
i don't say certain things
because i don't know how to
mean i love you if it isn't writing,
i don't say certain things
because i can't handle them.

i have never been good with people
and probably never will,
but i do pride myself on some things
i've learned while living among them;
i know i love you,
and i know i'm better at writing
and people are better at reading me.
so please, read me.
don't let my words die.
don't let me write without a reason.
don't let me
become
the tragedy
i write about.

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