you like, it
will not alter your self-absorption
the way you want me to wear
a band-aid
to cover the scabs
your guilt can't stand to see,
not because it will help me heal.
i think
it's a clear way to see
what lies between us: you,
handing me a small bandage saying,
cover your wound.
be
happy, i cannot bear to watch
you cry.
i can hide
beneath flesh-
colored tape if you really want, but
it will not erase your involvement
in creating the melancholy
i wrap myself in
like a shawl.
UPDATE:
the picture of the painting this poem has also become:
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