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Apologies
Ok, I am difficult at times, I know..
but its you I don't understand..
I know I am you, your DNA,
the you you were years ago.. minus
the years of appreciation.. the
rounded curves.. the subtle
twists and clever foldouts to the real.
You.. are Ms. Immaculate calm, identity firm,
living free of some timeless weight..
emotional center like a light-bulbs filament,
shielded from the worlds oxygen.. and
never consumed.. a tranquil ocean.
I .. am a red-shift interior.. an emotional
hothouse where, at times, the devil rides
in circles.. moments of gnawing panic,
at times teetering on the edge of explosion.
I haven't yet mastered the cocktail
dress facade or the shopgirls smile as
I melt down inside.. please, give me time
I will learn to hide..
You are a minepit of honesty and
you stun me to stone.
I AM you, perhaps cheaply coined..
an imperfect copy as if God makes
too many to make them very well..