Detail Orientation
I like to think of myself as a
Detail-oriented person.
I am a bit meticulous
In my own right.
Particular, persistent
Downright intimidating at times
Only ever by accident.
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I like to notice something
About someone else
That others haven’t.
I like to make people feel
Special, as if their life
Matters.
I like to pretend as if
Everyone has love to give
That sharing is caring,
Plenty of romantic daydreams, and
Other fairy tales
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The only people I meet like me are
Waiters, nurses, actresses
You know,
The ones that are paid to be nice
To put on their happy face,
Let the love shine from their happy place
Cash tip on the table, is
Preferable to genuine friendships and
Lovers quarrels
I’d be a therapist but
I’d never charge
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I just want the love I was
Denied as a child
Is that too much to ask, as
One person in this
Overpopulated world?
I just wish people would let me love
Unconditionally
And love me in return
A simple “hello” would suffice
It isn’t too much
It might be more fun, even
Than watching the world burn