My shades are closed even though the light wants in
I like the dark. She of all people should know that.
Yet one morning she comes in my room and finds me
sitting in the dark, as always, but she has the audacity
to say, “You’re making your life miserable.”
Honestly, I’m better off than she’s been in a while.
I could tell her that, but I’ve learned to keep my mouth shut
when she’s making no sense. She doesn’t even know me.
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