reason

I don’t want to point fingers,

I don’t want to name names,

but you are the reason —

you made your way inside my head,

giving me all the wrong answers

when I already knew the right ones,

you played mind games with me,

a game where you were my opponent

but also the referee at the same time,

your words put me

in some sort of hypnotic trance,

one where

when you snapped your fingers,

I didn’t wake up,

you are the reason

I think so little of myself

with a heart so big

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