Stop reading my poems
looking for yourself
drawn across my lines
hidden behind curtains of ink.
Stop trying to see your reflection
in every one of my verses
listening so damn carefully
for the slightest shimmer
of your diamond name.
Egocentric.
Egotistic.
So full of shit
and of yourself.
This life is mine to live,
my words are mine to write,
I don't revolve, like a moon, around you.
Even if this poem is about you
it's a mere warning
to back away.
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