You are Mistaken

You look at me as though I am an object for sale

You look at me as though something you can just have

You look at me as though I am the only one in your view

You’re mistaken,

I am none of those things

You think you can win me over my food

You think you can win me over by your presence

You think you can win me over by your words

You think you can win me over by your gifts

You’re mistaken,

Those won’t win me over

The way you stare

The way you gaze

The way you ponder

In my direction

Thinking that we are the only ones in a crowd full of people

You’re mistaken

There’s others looking your way

Open your eyes

The way you act

The way you do things

You are mistaken

I am not an object for sale

I am not something you can have

I am not the only one in your view

I am not something you can win over

By food, words, gifts, or your presence

You are mistaken

The End

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