So, Am I What You Want

my truths lack brutality
and yet even my gentle honesty pains you.
you blend me your couch, wall, potplants-
see me again..
im dizzy from your accusations..
the ones before the one before.
i am no longer the me you wanted..
but then,
neither are you.

by adele le keur

Comments (3)

A succinct summation of the evolution of most romances.Well put.
The feelings evoked by the poem, like those that inspired it, are almost beyond words - thank you for beginning to articulate them.
sad... like flowers withering.