I Need Space. Thank you.

Quiet candle, whispering thoughts, noisy cars, and ruminations of reflections about reflecting reflections... What is it for? It was created by me, and I don't like it. I don't like me.

I don't like that you don't want me to know you.

I don't like that you accepted me to have nothing to do with me.

I don't like that you added me to your collection.

I don't like that you make me watch you torture yourself.

I don't like that you push and pull with nothing at all but a smile and busy fingers.

I don't like that I like you.

I don't like that I am not enough.

I don't like the me you reflect.

I don't like that you don't treasure me.

I don't like that you make me feel like you don't care some days while moving the world for me on others.

I don't like that you say you don't want me to change.

I don't like that you say you don't want me to do anything different.

I don't like that you tell me to go away like the others.

I don't like that your space does not include me.

Ruminations of reflecting ruminations of year of dribble, a year of drab, a year for me that I allowed to become a year about you.

You didn't let me know you could see me.

You didn't let me know you thought about me.

You told me you listen and I told you I do too, but at the end of the day my listening was less to you than yours.

You wanted something you chose not to let me give you.

You said you wanted things that you had, but didn't want to keep.

You keep looking and looking for something in your pocket, only to change your clothes.

You don't see me the way I see me.

You see me the way you see everyone else, less than you.

I abandoned myself, like we all do.

I lied to myself, like everyone does.

I chased you, the way we are supposed to.

You turned on me, the way you do.

You chased me, when you felt like it.

You confused me, because I confused you.

And in the end I fell, wondering, waiting, hoping the plans for December...