I don’t know you

I don’t even know you

So why am I so broken 

All I can say is - 

I know your fucking name

Bur after that? 

Nothing else 

How you act, I don’t know

What you like, I don’t know

Your family, I don’t know

Your friends, I don’t know 

I don’t know shit! 

Still

I don’t know you 

So why am I so broken?

Maybe

Maybe it’s because I want to know you 

I want to know how you act

I want to know what you like

I want to know your family

I want to know your friends

But I don’t 

And I never will

That is why it hurts

That is why I’m broken

Still

It will never change

This poem is about: 
Me

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