But It Is Me?
Quietly stalking
secretly peeking
wondering who,
what or how come,
and why?
seeking the truth
declaring meaning
you watch me from afar,
never entering my mind
wondering why or how come
but not really asking me.
you suggest I did it because of you
yet nothing revolves around you
but the gusty winds.
you sit at home crying
slowly killing yourself
because I said “I, too, have a life.”
now miles apart
and hearts torn
love does not make it right?
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