Come talk to me when you are done being you. When you have transformed yourself from you to someone else. Only then will I find you fit enough to speak to. Does that make sense in your mathmatically oriented mind? Do you listen to me when I address you, or do you just block out my entire image? I am done with you. I mean it this time, not like the other times I wanted to discard you, but couldn't bring myself to finish the deed. You have pressed me into nothing, not even an emotion. Was that your plan, some kind of ass backwards metamophasis? To turn me from a butterfly into a worm. You did a great job. What was it that I did that was so terrible? Was it because I loved you more than anyone else, even your own family? I guess this is my payment for being unconditional about being unconditionalBirth sign: Not entered
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