DETACHED
I see with precision your trickery, though mostly unintended,
and childlike need to cling to someone, anyone,
to replace your lost life.
I see without a doubt your need to belong
at any cost, sacrificing yourself
but in the end still not knowing yourself.
It felt good to be your universe, your world, your one true love.
Now I know they were words and nothing more,
once you replaced me so effortlessly.
My tears could have filled oceans, lakes, and rivers,
and all the while my keepsakes were used as bartering tools,
(another slash at my heart) for your selfish needs.
This is the last emotion I spend on this chapter of my life;
My new book starts now.
jcm may 2007
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