Betrayed myself,
to grovel at your feet,
but your eyes
were so fixed
on strangers
in the street
that your gaze never fell,
never saw me.
Either you knew
what I was doing
and ignored it—
if so, you are cruel.
Or you didn’t know,
which makes you
a thoughtless fool.
Either way,
I want no more.
See the problem
so clearly now:
It's me.
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