Curious .

I wish I didn’t want to
talk to you.
At least not that much.

It makes me feel needy,
am I needy?
No, I’m not needy. I’m Curious.

There’s a way in how you
held things back.
On the aloof you mastered,
even in the apathy you show.

How can such a small person can
contain such an old soul?
You held the secrets of men
and protect them like if you were
carrying a whole universe
on your bare hands.

You make me feel small.

Not worm kinda small.
But your being makes me
conscious in my insignificantness
on a higher level.

Who could possibly be,
a girl like me,
to the history of mankind?

The world is full of poets, we don’t need anymore.

But the chatbox screams your name.
And it feels familiar.

It makes me feel needy,
am I needy?

No, I’m just Curious.

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