why when i reach my arms to you
your eyes snap shut
leaving only the black streak of your eyelashes
in two slashing scars across your face
and your mouth tied up tight
with two small knots at each corner
and the pink of your lips in a bow
just on the edge of a pout
but with a sharper edge
tell me
what i have done
to become hateful in your eyes
to be endured not enjoyed
what sin have I committed
for the sentence of shunning
how stern you are with your subtle shoulders
leaning away from me
but politely of course
the courtesy that cuts me to the quick
How quick you are to change
I fear I am, as always, behind the times.
So tell me.
When did I become the monster?
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