I can feel right through you
It’s not me you see
In your stare, her image floats
The version of her who doesn’t exist in me
I am not the person you wish to save
The sympathy, the pity
Unwanted
I needed true passion
Instead
Receiving only the remnants of what you cling to
For her
Yet I continue to hand myself over to you
Genuine, deep
Though I am nothing but a symbol
An illusion for that which you seek
Am I not real
Emotionally, physically here
The picture is written clearly in your eyes
Her disgraceful face
Child-like as she begs for empathy
How could you see that in me
She, you believe
More deserving of your attentions
And here, I fall apart
Thinking of whom I have replaced
Realizing I am only a shadow
Of what you beg to possess
Nothing but a shell that imitates what you crave
There is such heartache in the thought
In knowing I am not who is desired
But the one simply forced to be accepted
To supersede the true and sacred deity of your heart
