Tender

Tender

Monday, July 20, 2015

You don't know me.

The eye of knowing



I try to tell the people:

I am not who you think I am.

while they smile, unbelieving
until the moment of reveal
when they stand unillusioned,
eyes crying out:

I feel like I don't know you at all.

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