It was never
what it seemed to be.
An idea you created
and anybody
could’ve taken its place.
Held in constant judgement
to a fantasy.
You never failed
to tell me
how I wasn’t
measuring up.
Ignored every need
yet eagerly
taking
and leaving me empty.
So convincing
that I was
to blame.
The twisted reverie
has lifted
and I now recall
the sanctity of me.
