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To exude confidence, he cries sarcasm.

Witty remarks, he is so quick.

As I, quick to reply to what I took for loneliness.

Drawn in from his eyes I once knew.



He feels confident in his ways of nature, place of mind.

I, confident I could read his lips, as he whispered softly,

Once sweetly muttered....

Broken sentences, which I pieced together.

I took for granted and felt too fast.



I filtered your words to suit my life.

Accented my confidence, with unbroken thoughts.

I felt nothing but what I felt.

Only to be taken down by your confidence.



And it’s too much for you, and all of your amends.

Now you cry weary at me, and my despondence.

Yet I remain generic and never what you need.



You were so quick to disregard my feelings.



Your claim: I never knew you.

I was mistaken, taken in.



Drawn in from the eyes I once knew.