365 Days · Poetry

161 – Another You

I want to but I can’t talk to you when you get this way
What would I possibly say that could in any way match
The incredible, insatiable feeling of being somebody else
A semi-censored self and maybe it’s not fair, to you or me
But I kind-of like who you are when you only have you to be
If only you could attempt to fathom the you that I can see
I wish I didn’t know that sometimes self-control passes by
Though for its worth, I’m thankful that you didn’t have to lie


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