You
Indeed
I felt those words
But there is yet to ponder
That I thought you already understood
You were just your own canvas
But not others’ brush strokes
You thought you captivate me with your fluidity
You
That thinks you made it longer there
You
That makes yourself tweet endlessly
Like a hummingbird losing its patience
You-
Just… You.
I think you haven’t grasp the right words yet
You are still on your youngest
Waiting to be out of your chrysalis
You are just a makeshift butterfly
Making yourself as beautiful;
As colorful;
But you
Yes… You.
You are just a tiny dot
That you think is a whole paragraph to my whole existence
You… Yes… You.
That won’t appreciate these ponderful lines
That I’m about to create
That you will hate
To your fullest.
You… Yes… You.
That thinks only of formality
The colorful spread of your wings and yet-
Order.
As informal as this poem is
You were just like this
An utterly complete piece of-
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