the way I looked before,
bent down, silly
smile, uncertain posture and hands unnaturally fumbling
allover the tarmac
of my neglected belly.
I want you to
remember me like that.
For now that I
radiate
I can’t suddenly
be forgotten by you and be made a hero
when the pity you
felt towards me is still my history.
I want you to
remember me as that moment in time when I was almost a creep
I want you to
remember how I looked in your eyes.
Because that is who I am.
Because that is who I am.
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