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Examining I

I can talk to
and be talked to
I can listen to
and be listened to
I can smile at
and be smiled at
I can laugh at
and be laughed at
I can frown at
and be frowned at
I can joke with
and be joked with
I can flirt with
and be flirted with

But anything more
I’ll probably run away
I don’t really know why,
its not because I’m gay,
or some kind of misogynist,
just that I’m bloody useless!

this is what I imagine every time:

I might hurt you
I’d probably disappoint you,
my politics would annoy you
and you would soon shoot through.
You would soon dump me,
which would really hurt me.
Its so stupid, my fragility
but its still a part of me

Its no surprise I’ve no significant other,
that my best friend is my brother.
I’m not going to blame it on my mother,
or some scary female Other.

No, the buck stops with me!