Identity Issues

I’m not you

and you’re not me;

we’re chameleons

who mimic what we see

and I saw you

pretending to be me

so I pretended to be you

and my heart broke free

from the pain and sorrow.

I thought you were the key

when I had inside

the strength I need.

You ran away first

and it killed me

so I ran away

when you came back to see

if our bond was more

than just sex and poetry.

So I still love you

but now I see

you aren’t my soulmate,

something unique to me;

we’re both just mirrors

that reflect everything.

And I’m not lost

to the irony

of what all of this

really means.

That in some ways,

you are like me,

but we both need to find ourselves

in order to be free.