Most likely, you think I hate you
no, not hate, but worse.
You assume indifference
But that is where you're wrong
I am quite different.
Different, but not from you
How little, in difference we are
yet between us lies a sea
with waves of different walks
We don't walk different.
We walk the same, yet
I fear you'll walk a different street
And interfering dissidence
of non-indifferent traffic
makes crossing rather arduous
Of this, I am not indifferent.
Of this, I am of hate.
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Heart on my Sleeve (
Offline) - Published: February 4th, 2026 23:57
- Category: Love
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Comments1
This poem ends on a very strong word such a contrast from the opening. Indifference seems to have been shed revealing stronger underlying emotions. Nicely written
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