miss under stood

there is an
absurdity
in
the natural order
of chaos
that regulates
the division
between
seen
unseen
dreamt
and wished.

a knock kneed
little sycophant
pleading
with tear filled eyes
at the last rapture
of emotional
dismissal
as punctuated
by the deafening silence
in the blank stare
of love’s
understated refusal

she never could
look me in the eyes
as the gears turned
to forge a new
false truth
i accepted it the same
as every petty barb
life tossed
writing it off
as another case
of her being
miss under stood

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