You come to me
you tell me
things
I shouldn’t hear
I shut my eyes
not to see
what you’re
showing me
I close my mouth
not to taste
the bitterness
you bring
to me
I run as fast
as I can
putting safety
between
what you are
and
what I don’t want to be
No don’t come
please
anymore
to
visit me.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2025
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