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Azalea MAG
I never said I cared
About your problems
But I never said I didn’t care.
I’m not the one to call
When you’re losing sleep;
But if I had to,
I’d put on a facade of alertness,
And listen while you puke up your emotions
All over my pajamas
Occasionally interjecting with
A sympathetic consolation.
I can be off putting.
Distance is a virtue,
And you’ll never catch me closing the gap.
I like to think of myself as a flower.
A beautiful flower,
But one that requires tenderness
—And more than a bit of caution—
To prevent the poison from getting out.
You’d never think of me
When planning a party
I’m not a host
Nor a caterer
And I’m better at separating the chaff
Then growing the wheat
But when the time comes,
An invitation will arrive in my mail
Just the same
And hopefully you know
I appreciate it
Although I’ll never speak the words
To let you know,
I am here.
And I’ll try my best to please you,
Because I know it makes you happy
To see me unfurling my petals
And embracing the sunlight.
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And I just thought its a little funny this poem caught my eye because my name is Azalea lol
I’m not the most warm and fuzzy person most of the time, but I really care and love my friends deeply, even if they can’t tell that sometimes. This poem is like a letter to anyone who’s ever been confused by me, to let them know that although I struggle to express it sometimes, I really do appreciate their friendship.