So, am i what you want
my truths lack brutality
and yet even my gentle honesty pains you.
you blend me in..to your couch, wall, potplants-
see me again..
im dizzy from your accusations..
the ones before the one before.
i am no longer the me you wanted..
but then,
neither are you.
poem by Adele Le Keur
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