Poet#26 - "Untitled"

You would not let me speak
Without asking why.

Now today,
You insist on skipping
From my house to your own.

And last week,
I just couldn't make you
Desist your drumming hands.

I implore,
You finally accept
That I'm real and don't exist
Only in your mind.

Plus, I know it was you
That moved my bookmark
Three pages further
From where it was.

And please,
Don't ask me again
Why my poem doesn't rhyme.

















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