Not Even Suitable To Be Matched

Trust?
Are you kidding?
There is nothing I trust about you.
You allowed that to happen,
The moment you started to play games
Of hide and seek.
Have you noticed...
I've stopped asking questions about you?
I've lost an interest.
You have satisfied all my curiosities.
A fit?
We are not even suitable to be matched.
You fear the basics.
And that is how I survive!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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