I'd write you the best poem ever
But you're not worth my words
These lines have meaning
Sometimes concealed in alcohol
I can't find the tools to break through your walls
You would rather read this blind
In blissful ignorance the world seems fine
The future pales in comparison to what you have now
Many possibilities lie before you
This one is too easy, too early to find
Though none would ever give you what I would
You brush me off like dust
And inconvenience that unsettles you
You'd sweep me under the rug
And settle later for someone who doesn't understand you
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