
He was a walking paradox.
Claimed he wanted to explore the world,
but loved to stay in, wearing his warmest socks.
Said he loathed humanity,
but longed for human company.
Could not stand even a breath in his direction,
but would love with breathless, burning passion.
Hated small talk,
but from deep conversations would never balk.
Said he didn’t care what they thought,
and yet an unanswered ‘Hello’ would leave him distraught.
He said he was fine,
and fooled me into not seeing all the signs.
He said he was fine,
but I shouldn’t have believed that line.
Because now he’s gone,
and I understand too late that he was lying all along.
Beautiful
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