To See Me Through You Is To Hate Me Through Me
ROUGLY or
precisely, however it may go
i put myself in you
i make faith in your body
take your head
and see that you see me
how is it that I hate myself this way?
it isn't your armpits
that stink
it is the way I think you think and what I try to make
me/YOU think when I am there in your head
with or without you but mostly with you
because you are thinking of me in that way
while I am there thinking of me in that way
and hating being there and loving being you, then me
or hating both
like a dead man hating to be dead
and hating the living for being rich
without worms
with moving parts
with airy blood
and nostrils that swell
i hate being you and I hate looking at me while being you
i hate being me while being you at the same time and looking at me
i hate looking at me in your body with your thoughts being you; and not
we hate being me
you hate looking at me
i hate looking at me through you
. . . when I could never really know what you think of me
you may not hate at all
you may
just
be
hate hate hate love love love love love hate hate love hate love hate
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lo v te ha
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