Anyway. Here's another poem:
Midas
Touch me.
Let me glitter,
Gold for you.
Give me worth,
Your admiration.
Turn me from myself:
Commonplace, dull;
To something far prettier
Treasured, longed for by so
many
And worthy of your notice.
Kill me.
Stop my heart,
Gold for you.
I mean nothing
Without your attention,
I am foul, worthless
Not just to myself.
I know that you do not love me
As you love those false trinkets,
For you’ve never bothered enough
To say otherwise.
Unfortunately, I couldn't get the formatting on the blog to work out the way I originally wrote it...:\ But this isn't so far off.
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