Suppose
I knew you’d try
and fool me.
Wouldn’t it make me a fool
if I didn’t try and teach you a lesson?
After all, it’s still,
‘fool me once shame on you.’
When the time came
to declare the dunce
We made such a mess
neither agreed
who should wear the cap.
Which one should
be capsulated in a corner
with only consonants
to build sentences.
Each a self-proclaimed
winner, a word that slips
like pollen through fog.
A declaration
with no validity.
Chevrons were only handed out mentally
and the illusion soon disintegrated
the way gestures seem to.
We played the blame game
and
both tired of it
and
the shame.
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It's tiring sometimes trying to just find meaning in another person's mind -especially someone we would love to care about. I no longer trust like I use to so I can whole-heartedly understand this a little but I remain slightly confused to the finite end as of still.
I love this poem -I love what I am forced to think of when I read it. It hurts but at the same time I feel a sense of tense release. It's really beautiful.
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