[Poem]: Your words know my tears

With no inspiration

To write or fight

I sit patiently staring

at you,

The fool.

 

With no inspiration

To love or hate

I sit uncomfortably smiling

at you,

My muse.

 

With my bitterness personified,

I reflect on you,

The one who-

Hates me so,

I,

your borderline foe.

 

Let me say this-

Less of you I’d like to fear.

Sadly,

Less of you I want near.