Brick

It makes me sick to my stomach

What you did

And how you saw yourself

How you continue to

See yourself

I wish you could see me

The way I do

So I write poems

You don’t read

And make podcasts

You don’t listen to

I’ve given up

On trying to convince you

Of anything

You fucking narcissist prick

Too dense a brick

To throw, let alone

Reach through


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