Stand in front of me.
Close range.
You’re like leaves upon this ground.
They begin to fall.
And you’ve began to change.
Don’t want to remember you this way.
Don’t want to remember this exchange.
You are not yourself.
And you are not the same.
Transformed into some super being.
Something I will never claim.
Insulted me, put me down.
Sent me through this pain.
But now the table’s turned.
And the game is ready to be played.