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An Impersonal Fuck You

If this is an ode to no one-
An impersonal fuck you-
To any person at all
Willing to stray
Into my dangerous territory,
Then I must forwarn you:
I am damaged;
As jaded as they come.
I will not be dropped.
I will drop you.
I will break your heart,
Before you break mine.
I run before it gets too bad.
No tangles around me.
I will not allow it.
I won't cry in public.
I won't beg to be forgiven.
You will rocognize
The frigid stares,
the impersronal fuck you.