To me, you are a joke.

Like the scene in Love Actually, when he holds up the sign.

Except instead of "perfect", it's "a forfeit."

I see you clearly, and it's unsightly.


To steal
Is one thing
Candy in a pocket.
Bread under arms.
It's wrong either way.
But I think I could pardon
You for it.

To plagiarize a life
A mind
The insides of someone
To thieve words
And taint them with your mouth

Is another matter entirely

It is what love can never cover
What fortifies you
As the only regret
I've ever had.