you stop by and knock on my
door
after driving in the rain.
what gives you
the right,
to peer through my window.
with your
bag
of soups,
your cookies
and drinks,
leaving them with
a get well card
on the unlit porch.
flowers too?
how dare you care for me,
love me.
i can't handle love like that,
just who exactly
are you?
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