Person so far removed, you sing And when do I beg for your breath? I've remained absent, as we wished But still you write "begging for breath"
Do I knock it out of you, like you do me? Is it not enough that I've hidden from you? What more could I have done, but run away? It seems you did the same, to your writing
You write "did you open the book" Without knowing that I did You strip me of my gender You write "person", not woman
You don't know me at all You wrote my name in your songs You don't know me And you trace your own scars
You only know yourself But perhaps you don't even know him The mirror you look through is so dim And my heart broke for you the way it did
And it broke with yours on that night I thought we did it in tandem You and I together We blew out that light
When did you stop thinking what we did was right? Was it all just my decision? How could you yield so much?
It makes me question if you even cared But I know you cared And shame on you for believing I didn't care too
That night was the hardest thing I had to do And you sit and spew your venomous words As if it was something easy for me to choose
Stop disregarding my toil Give me back my gender Give me my name,
Mountain
And you've climbed and surpassed me And you write that you are indifferent To changing me
And I can't tell if that's caring sufficiently Or not caring enough
Our wildfire blazed for two long years and I'm glad for them But I think we were just deluded, Like you think my belief in God is: Just a delusion
I thought I did the right thing I think I did the right thing Stop blaming me for trying to make you me
Because believe you me, I wanted to make me you too
You never noticed that, though You saw me for the church which you despised And that's all you could see in my eyes on that fateful night
But I am not the church I am not you
I am me,
Mountain
This is a poem written about myself from the perspective of someone else in an exercise to build empathy.