I am alarmed by how you memorize my actions and my face,
as if I’m a proverb from the bible or a phrase.
Because knowing something too well can often lose its meaning.
I don’t want to be another ornament in your head,
like the glimpses of me crying in bed.
I don’t want to be a “one plus one equals two”,
or the human’s vain kindness of saying “I love you too”.
I mean I don’t mind being a part of you;
but please allow me to puzzle you.

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