my head is in a fog
so think and seemingly
impenetrable.
it is a fog that you--
you, of all people--
cast upon me that i
willingly (ignorantly)
accepted because i was
under the impression
that you were a "nice" one.
one that would give notice,
give truth, give
love
which is something i was
under the impression
that would guarantee
knowledge, security, partnership,
but no,
we are separate.
this fog is new to me, and
i'm not sure how to see
through it. i was
under the impression
that i wouldn't have to
but
plans change.
Beautiful poetry. Wise and insightful.
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