...and I struggled to remember your name.
How many times have I been here before?
Too many.
That kaleidoscopic prism of conjured rectilinear propagation
Flatlining so predictably
Such comfort in familiarity!
Now I fabricate to fit in
Now I twist my mind to match your thought-process
But I already dreamed these dreams
Before you even conceived them.
Now I contort my face in a masked grimace
So you'll approve of my expressions
Now I show you what I want you to see.
Now I laugh and marvel at what you say,
Though I've had this conversation so many times before.
Now I change my music and movies and books
So you think we're so similar
Now I pretend to be stupid
So you think you're smarter than me
Now I cry so you imagine you've wrapped your head around how I've been to hell and back
When I've been laughing in Fate's face all along.
Now I love you just to dispel the insecurity you're so proud of
But picking up your baggage was never my job!
Now I speak your language so well
I do not understand myself
And I speak it better than you
So you don't understand me either
Now I break
So the pieces of my life fit accurately in your palm.
Now I'm too much of you
And too less of me
There is no me.
Resurrect me.
Now.
