I’m struggling to
understand
how to reach you
How do I make you care?
“You can’t make people love you”—
well, I don’t want
love.
Or maybe I do.
Maybe I want
more
than you’re able to give.
Certainly more than you’re giving to
her,
more than you gave to
him,
more than you give to
anyone
who asks for it.
But not the rest.
Not the ones who don’t
know
you’re after them, for
stories, or
experiences, or
anything you can
take. Bend. Horde away,
strip of all reality in
your mind.
I can’t actually tell you
anything.
You don’t actually
speak.
It’s all a game of
evasiveness,
leaving everyone else forever
chasing,
and you,
forever running away.
Maybe that’s why I want you.
Maybe that’s why I’m so angry.
It’s not real.
You’re just a fantasy.
And I have to stop eating
with fairies.

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