Who I thought I was

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I put mine, securities in you.

following the lead of your affection

I unraveled like string to a spinning wheel

          unaware yet, trusting was I

                    how  juvenile


Fate strikes your most honest hues in light

revealing mimicry and deception

while you still cried I was the exception

         unaware yet, trusting was I

                    how juvenile


I called you Romeo while you were calling me Ophelia

trying to fill Juliet's shoes- I left what was mine.

Alas, you are but a Hamlet; entangled in the predispositions in your existence 

while I was entangled in you

         unaware yet, trusting was I 

                    how juvenile


then all was lost 

and I tried to tend to my own as you tended to yours- effortlessly 

and I never knew yours had a Maria Reynolds to tend to effortlessly

betrayed yet not completely fair to say why

thus I realized I was a Liza and you are an Alexander 


I was never Juliet like you claimed endlessly 

I was never Angelica who was your one that got away

I was never your Hera and 

there was never going to be a our story and kingdom


And like Liza I remove myself from the picture 

let you wonder forever how I truly felt when you noticed my absence

you have lost your clout over my own internal affairs and self judgement

and then I realized I am no Liza


I am not defined by an Icarus such as yourself

who flies to close to the sun only to be burned

I am not concluded simply by a satyr Marsyas 

who spends your time boasting but loses -in fate -to the Apollos of this world


And when you cross your Apollo- I will not be there

For I am not and never was juvenile 

but hopeful 

but I have learned- being hopeful for you is like being hopeful for Ares to commit to world peace.


I was never naive

but trusting 

Should I have known you were a Brutus- A Judas from the start

I never would have laid down so much


But I always was a good soul

hoping for the best and trusting you and your gilded affections

I was and still am not ever perfect

but I will be perfectly fine without you


because I am  the Hamilton- 

not because my choices in affection because I would never follow in your dim steps

but because there is still a million things I haven't done

just you wait.

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