A flicker of blonde, that I once believed was gold.

A heart seemingly full of kindness.

Yet now there only seems to be a hole. 

A pretty face masking the ugliness underneath. 

I believed time would bring compassion, yet now there is only more hate.

* 

Wrapping your arms around me, suffocating-

No. Hugging me. 

Your hands are cold, your touch affects me no more. 

You believe this is kindness. 

Yet, affection does not excuse your actions. 

*

You were the blueprint. 

I was mere clay. 

As I tried fiercely to sculpt myself in your image. 

Your mannerisms mine, your laugh, your looks. 

Only to find myself lost, in the depths of your shadow. 

*

We differ on numerous accounts. 

For the first time, I am grateful. 

I see you for who you are. 

Not the person you present to the world.

But the version you try so desperately to mask. 

*

My head is turned and I'm looking at you as though it is the first time. 

I understand you. I pity you. 

People keep their distance for a reason. 

You’re fire, not gold. 

My mistake for getting too close.