Today I tried hard not to notice you.
You were running and I stood still.
But it was one of those tricks- where I felt like I was moving.
You can do that to me.
I am the one who has done no wrong,
but you silently cloak me in your garb and I'm left so black-
I see you.
You must hate me.
I see that now.
But, in your rush to point fingers at me.
You have drawn your fists.
And in your anger, I see weakness.
Hate is such a passionate emotion.
You hate me.
I see the way you look at me.
Sizing me up and tearing me right down.
I hold all my power in the time it takes me to turn around.
To not notice you.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
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