I saw you through a stranger's eyes.
These memories have crippled into callouses,
and your photos ain't nothing but pictures now.
What's there to be bereft of?
When you never seem to know me.
Am I wrong to, shred this watercolor
and dip my brush in paint anew.
I can't let you:
live vicariously through me any more.
My heart beats to the rhythm of a drum far away from here.
I've got to go there;
my heart never beat for you...
You never even knew me,
but you'll talk like you did.
Shedding this potential ire,
one step at a time
away from you...
...away from all of you and everything that makes me feel like I was just another part you.
©an_odd_who
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