Don’t

Don’t tell me
about your unrequited love
the one you’ve been pining for
I’ve heard that shit before.

Spare me your tales of childhood rape
father’s rage
mother’s fear
as if you were
the only one who suffers
I don’t care
about
your existential tragedies

Come to me naked or avoid me altogether:
Leave your facades for those who think in words.
Show me the silence
behind
your mouth and body language

We are in a room
too small for movement
Dance me with your stillness
or shut up

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