Do you still dream of me
the way I still dream of you
or have you put me in some box of toys
while you snuggle up to someone else
these future images that flood my mind
scenes of robots and time travel
are slight distractions
ways to not live in the present
to avoid the past
and I was angry
for awhile
at the fool you made of me
but now I just look to the future
and hate myself for not
being able to tell the truth
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