Ah, the luxury of not having to believe.
I wish I had such riches.
Some things are best not known.
Best not to scratch the thought that itches,
And pretend it isn’t there.
Ah, the luxury of not wanting to believe,
And live in ignorant bliss.
I wish I knew what it was like,
To shove truth away with a fraudulent kiss,
And not feel guilty at all.
K. Aldaya, 2/15/22
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You’re ignorant, and you’re fine with it.
You don’t really want to know some things.
You’re ignorant, and I’m used to it.
You love that you get to look down,
On everything;
As “Hypocrite”.
You’re ignorant, and I despise it.
You don’t really want to care at all.
You’re ignorant, and you savor it.
You live heedless of rejection,
Or dismissal;
Without merit.
You’re ignorant, and revel in it.
You don’t really want me to exist.
You’re ignorant,…with no deposit,
You gain what you’ve no rights to…
Laugh and subsist,
As counterfeit.
K. Aldaya, 5/3/21
Picture: By Tiko Giorgadze on Unsplash; https://unsplash.com/photos/uc6uKmUnGsg
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