Misfit

Your words say
That you don’t want to love me.

But your actions betray,
And I feel misplaced today.
I know that you don’t see

I’m an orphan in this way,

Without a key,
And to my dismay,
You portray,
A locksmith of the guilty.

2 Responses to “Misfit”

  1. We’re both orphans this way

  2. Nothing quite as painful as the confusion when action belies the words.

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