I see your demands
Snowflakes, all of them
You see me cold, frozen
Dry ice, steaming predictably
I see your right to privacy
Do you see mine?
You see us close together as a door and knob
You are now open, and I shut
I see you prophesy my motives
It’s going to hurt him, and you know it
You see her open our door
I see and welcome her
You see her and shut our door
I see her motives
It’s to heal from the hurt, and I know it
You see her pains, her fears, her hopes, her vices
I open, you shut
I see your priorities
Do you see mine?
You see me assuming I know everything
Insanely disrespectful, lacking empathy
I see your apologies
These, too, are seasonal
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