I think I’ve made that awful transformation
from person to a thing.
But not just any “thing”
– a very troubled and unsolvable problem.
I am so sorry to have become a riddle in your hands,
a song with incoherent lyrics spilled lazily
into the caverns of your ears.
I never meant to be an issue that needed fixing,
but if you might take the time to repair me,
and return me to my wholesome ways,
I’d be eternally grateful.
I just might love you properly.
And wouldn’t that be
the most beautiful thank-you present?
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