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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