Monday, 20 July 2015

I've Always Found It Strange

I've always found it strange
That someone would choose to make someone
Their entire life
Constantly speak of them
And little else
So much so, that other people
Identify them only as
"That person seeing so-and-so"
Maybe I see it as a weakness
As a distraction from one's self
Too scared to truly look into the mirror
And instead
Using someone else to provide happiness
And a temporary shelter for when things get dark
And the storms begin to rumble again
You talk of them so much
And with such forced passion
That it becomes more of you trying
To convince yourself, and others,
Of love
Than it ever truly being there.

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