Poetry

Monster

If only you’d shown me your true self in the beginning
But such isn’t the nature of people like you
A patchwork of the wonder you think you are and actuality
A Frankenstein creation made of infantility, incoherence, and insanity
With no logical mind, you had no logical intent
Your stunted heart and mechanic movement portended the end before it began
I tried to look past the surface and see beneath but there was nothing with saving
I recognized your abomination too late
How could I make love to a monster

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