Live with it

Suddenly I read again that poem she wrote for me
That's been sitting framed on my shelf
Gathering dust

It was years ago, has it been years ago now?

Now?

I was left feeling the lie that is all that it was

The lie that makes you want to rip the world
Apart

But still makes sense

She thought she knew me, and she did, in so many
Ways.

She caught me in that framed bit of truth

She knew the snorts or my sleep
The desperate grabs at affection
The coughing desire fulfilled

The unpolished me

She knew.

And I was angry when I read the poem
That at the time I embraced, as I embraced
Her

I was angry reading it. I was me. I was not
That

But she was right

I am

That

I am

Even God put on the spot

Proclaims

I am
That