Love is not the census
And I can't ask you questions
Buyer beware, you don't listen to me as much as I don't listen to you
And you hate the way I frame our encounters
Love is not the census
And I can't believe you are here
Though such elation quickly turns into what a letdown
And you hate the way I describe our encounters
I won't answer your cage rattling mistakes
I have had to wait long enough for five minutes of ugly truth telling
And when you came to fill out the form, I pretended I wasn't home
To give into knowing out of pity for the too transparent wretch
Your level has been lowered and your biodata has been adjusted accordingly
In four years time, perhaps you can redeem yourself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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