Miss Stoic


I never learned how to love

I never pretended to care


people just crashed into me 

and I met them there


I waited with them

then waved them away


I never learned how to give

because I liked what I had


I didn't require strangers 

with problems to share 


I remain a good diplomat

until the end of the affair


the colder I am

the closer they get


from curiosity they come

to experiment


the more distant I become

the more eyes get wet


failing to scratch initials

on the small of my back


dreams become particles

fingers reach for the sky


remaining rooted and firm

with the hint of a smile


my eyes off in the distance

as the moment goes by

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