[my memories are not
loose threads
that catch passing through
the doorways]

you are not
something I despise, and yet
I no longer sacrifice
parts
of my well-being
for your
shallow communication/
your subconscious lies;

if you cannot define yourself,
then do not wait for me
to redefine my life-
waiting-

there is something remarkable
about you, and it took me
too long
to realize that what I saw
in you
was an image
from within
my own mind;

you were only ever
human,
a creation of my own
exaggeration