Box; I'll always be.
A room of four corners.
There's enough space
Until every bit is consumed.

It's not about
the art of letting 
people pass by
nor about letting them 
Come and Go.
It's by learning
About their marks
On what they've left behind

The sound of dings.

Every time I elevate you; or
To keep myself grounded
Pretend you won't notice.
Trying to make an effort
to reach out to you.

So you think I'm the fool?
Always getting used
By somebody like you.

A room for you
to conceal your tears,
A room for you to make out 
with someone else
A room for you
to gossip at someone's back.

How preposterous

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