He believes I’m magic.
He believes that I have the power to change the reality around me.
To change what he can’t or won’t.
Radiating annoyance and disdain
When I strip away the plastic that distorts the glass.
Badgering
Disappointing
Firmly wedging his head in the sand
Letting the sand muffle my words
I’m patient
I’m persistent
And I don’t give a fuck if he doesn’t want to hear uncomfortable truths
That’s my magic
Destroyer of distortions
