You have this perfect idea of me
That slowly destroys everything I truly am
My realness can't compare to your fantasy
The way I hurt
Slowly
Loudly
Doesn't match your idea of suffering
Romantic
Quiet
You want my shoulder to cry on
Waves of words washing my self away
As you take
All the space
Consuming
You have this perfect idea of me
But it's your perfect idea of her
That will eventually kill me
She cannot be guilty
So I must
Be held accountable
For all the wrongs she's done you
You bend the knee in front of that flawless painting that you've made of her
And break my back with a feeling
Of righteousness
I weep
And for me and for her
For worship is another cell
And I hear her crying behind its bars
As you kill her
Not in the same way as you kill me
With love
Your perfect girl