To Love You Less...

To stand outside and look at you
is not something I can do too well.
It becomes easy to be judgemental
and call you names
but it is not something I can do too well.

I can point out your flaws.
Being on the other side,
I can be spotless.
Not attempting to break the glass
lest it breaks my fairy tale self.
But it is not something I can do too well.

You will seem ugly to me.
Through the transparent mirror
that is not honest;
as it lies, with you as my reflection.
Of course it lies.
I am not ugly!
The mirror shows the dirt in you
that I must see.
But it is not something I can do too well.

I can be at peace.
I can be comfortable.
I can say that it is all your fault.
I can call it your monster
and not mine.
But it is not something I can do too well.

I can scream
and thrash.
And watch a tear fall down your face.
As it does, I can smile.
And free myself of guilt.
But it is not something I can do too well.

I can take my pain and put it away.
Own yours and hurt.
I can love you too
but it is not something I can do too well.


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All things useless like Biprorshee