Day 1

‪#‎eleven11poetrychallenge‬ 
(A poem from the perspective of an inanimate object)

I hate it
when he is with me
holding me,
teasing me
but in his mind it’s you.
He is playing with me,
trying to talk to me
but in his heart, it’s you.
You always come in between us,
he and I.
He doesn’t even look at me
if you don’t remind.
And when you asks
I hate that
he plays me
it’s for you.

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