You know how to use your words,

How to play with them in front of me.

How to disguise them as something well-intended,

As an appreciation of me.

And you blind me.

 

There is a reason you crossed all my younger selves.

I will hold them now and you’re discarded.

You’re a lesson learned.

You were a source of misery for me.

I always knew, my gut told me and yet I thought I didn’t deserve more.

 

You live your life.

And I mine. I have never been happier.

You tore me away from myself.

And yes, I let you, and for what?

I won’t stand in awe before empty sculptures.

 

As soon as love touches you, you crumble into pieces,

Fall apart. The incubus.

There is only a certain distance that you’ll go.

The rest will always lie on her shoulders.

And it will not be me, never will be me, and it really never has been me.

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“Study of light and shadow (detail)” by Giuseppe Bezzuoli (1784-1855)

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