Spoiler
So, as difficult as it is to believe, this is NOT a love poem, but a reaction to another person in my life. Yes, it is based on an experience.
You were different
from the rest
so I thought that I could be different, too.
You were always crossing the line
so I thought that I could cross, too.
So much more than everyone else,
it must have gotten tedious.
But I thought that
because you were different,
I could be different too.
You always said what you thought,
so I thought I could say what I thought, too.
You could be different,
so why couldn’t I be?
You could cross the line,
so why couldn’t I cross?
But apparently that freedom
wasn’t mine for the taking,
was yours for the guarding
and for me, just breaking
any trust there might have been
because you wouldn’t let me.
So punish me, bastard
for emulating you.
Maybe I wanted to. I, too.
