Patterns Of Rigid Thinking

If I hand you any more reasons why I hate you,
you will cease to be able to reason,
lest this torrent of flame engulf you.
The dark comes as easy to me as the rain comes to your brow.
You lost your moment with me.
The chance to deceive me was wasted.
You lose.
I carry on in the happiness of knowing you are alone.

I said this in another poem,
19 poems ago.
The exact phrase match of the hate-search engine is the same
it was then.

Continue to believe that you matter.
Continue to follow your self-absorbed north star.
Continue to lose…

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