I used to love your company, now you make me miserable.
You reek of mediocrity and when I’m with you I still feel lonely.
You seem confused or bewildered which only makes me angry.
Can’t you see that I’m not the me I used to be?
I’m the me You made me.
And now you don’t like it…
You don’t touch me, hold me or console me.
But you were eager to mold me
Into Nae Unknown
That’s worse than you giving me your last name
Which I wouldn’t take even if it were wrapped up
In a Tiffany Blue box with a white bow on top.