Gheb

A Part of Me

You are a part of me,

I am a part of you.

 

Even though what you now hate about me

is what you used to love,

when my cold, armored skin

was a figment you’d want me to perform.

 

How’d that sound like me?

How could that ever please you?

 

A riddle echoing for years,

in a room where it always turns out to be true,

you are still a part of me,

am I still a part of you?