You Think You Know So Much
You don't know anything
You wake up
drink coffee
shave your stubble
eat breakfast
drive to school
drink more coffee
teach the kids
drive home
meet your twenty-something-year-old girlfriend
that I still hope doesn't exist
And you don't know anything.
You don't know anything about me
about the girl in the bus searching the school's ground for your silouette
about the lunatic having feelings that she doesn't even understand yet
about the way I used to listen to your words in awe
about me liking you, in spite of all your flaws
You don't know anything,
do you?
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YOU ARE READING
ROMANTICISM.
Poetrysinking into romanticism like my body would into a field of flowers a hundred little rose buds that keep me breathing while the wind lowers .poetry.
