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