You Don’t Know Me

You don’t know me.
You don’t know I don’t eat anything with a heart… not even artichokes.
You don’t know I am polite even when I am furious.
You don’t know I don’t need a pillow to sleep.
You don’t know I have 33 hats.
You don’t know I cannot wear underwear that isn’t matching.
You don’t know I identify with cats.
You don’t know I love Laura Ashley.
You don’t know I like lesbian porn.
You don’t know I can’t sleep when someone is in my bed.
You don’t know I feel like Debbie Harry sometimes.
You don’t know I miss my blue hair.
You don’t know I always put on my left shoe first.
You don’t know I look for me in every song.
You don’t know I don’t know opera but I love it.
You don’t know I recycle everything.
You don’t know I save everything in boxes.
You don’t know I hate you.
You don’t know me.

Tell me something you think Someone doesn’t know about you…

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Alexia

I drink, I laugh, I smoke, I write.

12 thoughts on “You Don’t Know Me”

  1. One of the worse feelings is being with someone and realizing after awhile that they don’t know you.

    And I’m not sure exactly why the last poem disturbed me-perhaps it stirred up something I dreamt about as I read it only a few minutes after waking up.

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