I polish the way I move
Try to look busy in order to be ignored
Approaching me anyway
He sits very close to me
As if my space is open territory
I acted as the Girl.
He acted as the Man.
As I see the hatred seep into his skin
I look to my flesh and see the same being done to mine
Only I am not aware of his trying heart
I am only aware of the afflictions he leaves
When I turn into his mirror
My words become reflective
And my eyes are replaced by his
Having trouble embracing the new found blindness
It makes me uneasy being comforted by my self-flagellation
How crawling beneath floorboards feels better than walking through hallways
Where once I was found
Now I am lost
Until fragments of clarity start to burst within me
I know I no longer have to be a host for his thoughts
The antiquated remnants of his process will still linger
But he can no longer claim my universe
I am not a human shaped apology.
I am not his failures.
I am my own.