Do you realize
that the me I was, with you
is destroyed, forever?
Swallowed, suppressed, and
suffocated
until her fire was burnt out.
What I was is me no longer,
because we, as humans, adapt to survive.
Don't you realize
if I were to remain the me I was with you,
then every fleeting glance,
every strained encounter,
would slowly, intentionally
destroy
all parts of my being.