The Sheer Truth I’ve locked away from you until Now

Why,

after all these months,

are you still after me?

There is nothing of you

I want to see

on my phone.

I don't want your apologies,

I don't want your imploring for forgiveness,

I don't want your shallow attempts to rebuild

what was never there.

Without you, I was drifting into a life

without a goddamn care.

And here you are.

Again.

I don't want to become your best friend

I don't want to be your savior to defend

I don't want to extend my hand and let it lend.

And I know, you covet for that.

Your insatiable desire to become everything you think I need and want

are the same things that stab you like malevolent taunts.

The acknowledging that you'll never get there.

And the knowing that I'll never be pleased

or content

or at least ecstatic

with anything you try and do for me.