so I can build you an asylum.
- Agha Shahid Ali
I went mad looking for
something that justifies this:
To be wanted is to have existed.
I rearranged my letters,
But yours were always better.
You were always better.
My consonants stay stuck
To the back of the board,
(ENCHANT.
And you add another letter
Triple score, and win, again-)
st my penchant
To pretend this existed,
In my mendicant mooning,
To not be unwanted.
And I surrender.
It's nicer this way,
For me, the cowered
Coward, covered
In three day old excuses
For this feebleness.
It's nicer for you, too,
I hope. I hope this
Is worth all the words
In the world.
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