a happy ending

You’ve changed everything about yourself, got to “reinvented your look”.

You’ve changed your hair, pierced your face, you’ve changed your eyeshadow from brown to a golden brown,

changed every inch of yourself that was once recognizable to me.

I can’t change anything about myself, not when it’s the only thing I have left that holds you.

I can’t change the color of my hair, when you helped me dye it.

You created me, you shaped me.

I’m the last piece of yourself that you can’t get rid of,

you started it and I have no means to end it.

There is no changing for me,

I can’t pick apart the pieces you left behind.

I’m staying exactly how you left me, staying in the exact same place.

Nothing can change and I won’t allow it to.

My body will rot like this, here, like this.