Blind to you



10/12/2016 A cold poem of distaste

I look at you

but do not see you. 

My dispassionate eyes

note a husk,

a non-entity. 

You do not even register 

as a person. 

This is the weight of your personality

on my existence. 

You are inconsequential

and nothing. 



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