Making peace

Let’s come to an agreement, poem.

I won’t force you to say what you don’t want

and you won’t be so reluctant to do what I wish.

We’ve wrestled a lot.

Why are you so determined to be my likeness

when you know things I don’t even suspect?

Free yourself from me.

Run and don’t look back.

Escape before it’s too late.

Because you always outdo me,

you know how to say what drives you

and I don’t,

because you’re more than yourself

and I’m only the man who tries to recognize himself in you.

I take up the space of my desire

and you have none,

you only advance toward your destination

without looking at the hand you move,

that thinks it owns you when it feels you sprout there

like a substance

that stands up.

Force the writer to go in your direction, he

only knows how to hide,

cover up what’s new,

become poor.

What he shows is a tired

repetition.

Poem,

keep me away from you.