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When You See Me Again


 

When you see me again, 

Let us talk about the things we enjoyed. 

Like the movie we watched in 

which the man never found true love, 

But where the woman cried a lot

Over her loneliness, 

And you told she resembles me, 

her pale features were like mine, 

Adding beauty to my smile. 

And this being the only thing

That we enjoyed, 

I may not know what to talk about next. 

Just as you left in the middle of our picnic last month, 

I kept staring at the untouched sandwich that I made for you, 

And when I made peace with your plans, 

You kept changing my playlist, 

telling me I should be mature. 

You brought things that my cat found amusing, 

And told me to get rid of her, 

But instead, I burnt your things, 

Amusing her again. 

You hated my makeup and told me I

Looked lovely without it, 

So I darkened my Lip shade, 

Cropped and colored my hair. 

You told me to eat more because 

I'm too skinny for your features, 

So the next day, 

I told you to stop eating to look like me. 

And yesterday, when you told me, 

I can't write and my poems 

and books are stupid,

You started to look like a stranger 

with your pompous talks 

And ugly features. 

Since only a movie is something that ties us together, 

I have already forgotten it. 

I'm wishing you luck, 

not to trip and fall again on your own 

Narcissism, 

To end up like the man in the movie. 


A. C

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