blind spots | a mental health poem against vampires

you set your own house on fire

and quickly, quickly pointed all your fingers at me

*

you invited a wolf into the space we shared

he devoured me instantaneously

and you pretended to apologise

whilst still holding the door open

atoned oh, I didn’t know about his appetite

*

I poured my heart and soul into everything I did

no matter how much I enjoyed it or not

and you walked me to the scaffold for that

and she still asks sanctimoniously

are you okay

are you okay

are you okay

*

just look at the face when it feigns kindness

you can tell, trust me, you can tell

*

the only thing you regret is that you can’t fool people anymore

because now they know, now, at the very least, they know

and that you cannot take away

*

you can easily be the devil

when you play the saint

*

and nobody would ever suspect you

*

you shove your virtues down people’s throats

so that they’re blind to your vices

*

I always see the best in people

How dare you abuse that

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