I ran after your body, trusting the idea
Of addiction, in love with my projections,
Misguided, erasing the harmfulness in front
Of me, seduced by the creations of my
Imagination that rendered you bearable,
Desired, and I closed my eyes and trusted willingly.
I stuffed your body with narratives that I
Longed to hear since I had been a little girl,
I had that thirst still, I thought I needed a cure,
A counterpart, (you were just the same), to make it
All disappear, to make it all real and better, I wrote
Line after line in my head, tattooing it on your skin,
A map for my hands to not realise the pain that was promised.
You saw my blindness, my wandering around in my
Own images of you, you absorbed and dedicated yourself
To the illusion of you, my delusion, so you could come out
And play, so you could do what you do, feed the hungry,
Feed the deprived, empty yourself, leaving traces in bodies,
Appearing in all the narratives, spreading, you, spread, across
Legs, you touched them all, claimed the price, you let me be,
Walk straight into the trap that I helped to build, and exhausted
Yourself, exploited without the word, not setting the record straight,
You fell in love with that forged image of yourself that I projected
Onto you to get close to you and myself, to feel alive, whilst you
Drained me of my visions, discarded the truth that I refused to seek.
Croque-Melpomene 