Anxious lover, anxious fate.
Of all the rumors I’ve heard,
are your atypical behavior, your
fickle-minded ways.
You’ve written your story
with symbols, without grace.
Your hidden meanings are
disguised as irrevocable
beginnings.
You may wear a mask,
but underneath the veil
is the face of a flesh whose
devils are really weak.
Anxious lover, anxious fate.
I should’ve rejected you
in my younger days.
2020
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