I never think of you
I never dream of you
at night
I never yearn for you
in bed beside me
I never envision you
walking in the snow
I never hunger for you
to tear off all my clothes
I never picture you
gazing deep into my soul
I never desire
your hands upon my body
I never long
to catch your scent
I never want
your lips upon my skin
I never hope
to hear your voice
I never crave
your arms around me
I never visualize you
fucking me roughly
I never cry
knowing how far apart we are
I never compose
messages that I delete before I send
I never stare into the night sky
wondering what you’re doing
And I never, never write poems
about you
I love the irony of this poem, built in every line.
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That’s a lot of things you never do. You must have a large amount of free time.
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Well, I’m generally honest with others but sometimes I lie to myself.
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I think we’re all guilty of that one.
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I love this one. So good.
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Thank you.
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We all do that. Well written
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Thanks so much!
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That was an excellent poem! I really liked this one!
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Thank you.
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Oh yea, as my dear mother used to say, “Denial is not just a river in Egypt.” The denial of it illustrates the deeper truth, very well done.
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Thank you.
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And I never believe you. Yes, it’s a beautiful opposite post😊
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Haha! Perfect response.
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Nope. Never. 😉
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The determination to never do something you’re dying to do (and do it anyway). Love it
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Thanks. I’m glad you do.
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A classic in the making. I can see this as a song. Acoustic gutiars and atmospherics. The way it proceeds, the thick layer of “no, I am DEFINITELY not thinking about…” is brilliant, and the finisher is like a bomb going off. So good.
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