i don’t know you

my fingers tingle
at the sight of the unreachable.
physically unable
to reach a level
worthy of your cradle.

my standards don’t cut past the surface,
or a casual embrace –
seeing signs in the race
of my heart’s beat, instead
of expressions on your face.

i don’t know you.
i don’t want to see you;
i might not like it.
then my mind will go
“I told you so”
then she will leave

my heart is shallow,
but the wound is deep.

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