The girl who reads books, who writes, who loves God
The idea of her
You loved it, didn’t you?
Enough to pretend you were just right for her…
But that’s where you were wrong
Because that girl wasn’t an idea,
That girl was a girl
And you seem to have
Forgotten
Or you never
Understood
That this Idea you had
Was not meant to be
An Idea at all
Because sometimes ideas don’t meet expectations, and ideas become [memories] that never came to be before you locked them up inside and held on to them, imagined them,
                                 misconstrued them because the
reality
of the Idea was that
It. Was. Not. Reality.
The Reality was that the Idea didn’t want
to be
An idea,
She liked the idea that she made you happy
That she was just enough
But you took this Idea
And you misused her
You forgot that she was
Human
Real
True
Someone
You
Didn’t really know
Did you?
And the new Reality is this:

She has no idea who she is anymore.