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I'm So Sorry

Image of this poem handwritten in cursive on notebook paper. Below the text is a sketch of a girl in a floral dress, looking away uncomfortably.
I am so sorry, person that I do not know,
I like the way your clothing flows,
I want to look like you someday,
and I don't know how to move my gaze.

I had a fucking stupid plan
to smile when you passed me next,
to assure you that I'm not a threat,
but when you pass, I just forget.

I am so sorry, person that I do not know,
my scowl when you come and go
is just the way my bitch face rests
when I appreciate your dress.