You make me wonder
what is wrong with me,
why I can’t be the me
you want me to be,
and you can no longer find
anything right in me.
I still believe
you retain the you in you
even though you are now
the you you grew into.
Despite your claims,
I have changed too.
I’ve grown and progressed
in ways you never knew.
But I don’t think
I will ever be
the me you seem
to expect from me.
I’m not sure
I could ever understand
this flippant, pale
version of you,
this hardened you
you’re trying to be
so you can pull away
and feel free.
But you keep reminding me
I never knew you
apart from me.
I wonder
what’s so right in you
if you really can believe
your desires supersede
every little thing you do.
And I wonder
what’s so wrong with you
that you no longer
even try to see
the me deep down inside of me
or remember the you
you used to be,
who now makes sure
no one ever sees
the you everyone cared for,
loved and knew.
Your words are icy
and your interactions few,
forcing the remains of us
apart from you,
pushing us even further askew,
and creating separation
from the me in you.