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Thursday, January 20, 2011

A you

I don't love you-
like I thought i did,
when I thought I did.
I left all I loved,
all I knew-
but didn't know
for you.
And I didn't know
for you.
I hate you.
But I can't hate you,
because you're not a "you"
Nor a "he",
Nor a "she",
Hardly an "it",
Definetly not a "they",
and you're not a me.
In fact I can feel you slipping further and further away
from being a "me".
From being anywhere close
to being a "me".
I feel me.
I know me.
You're not me.
So what are you?
... but you're not a "you".
Are you?