Look at me,
am I not good enough?
For your empathetic love?
–
I fought bulls
and slaughtered lambs.
So that you may touch my head
and say that I am saved.
–
But every time I bend my knees,
and curve my spine.
As my head touches the cold floor.
I hear only silence.
–
An annoying reminder
that you will not glance at me.
The bulls may as well fight me
and the lambs slit my throat.
–
All I’ll get from you
is a stone cold shoulder,
as cold as my body may be.
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