I love the way you don’t cling to me,
I love your uncertain feelings for me,
I love the way you don’t know,
I love the way that you say
that you’ve got to get going back to your life,
your way of going, no questions asked.
I love your exasperation at my decadence,
the way you don’t want to defend me,
you don’t want to tidy my life.
I love you for not depending on me,
I adore you for not adoring me.
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