She


I love her. I love her dearly, deeply, fiercely.

She loves me. She lusts, longs, and changes for me.

I am not like her. The difference brings us closer.

She picks away pieces of herself. The pieces, not like me.

I share my dreams with her, but she does not fit anymore.


She morphed into someone else. Someone she deemed more lovable. 



I leave. It hurts me.



She hurts us both if I stay. 



I can't watch her destroy herself.

She is someone I can not love.