No, i am not the person you wanted me to be.
I’ve messed up, fallen, scraped up my knees, glued a million little pieces back together. Disappointment, your disappointment, knows my name. My failures are numbered in triplicate.
Again and again.
My weeping body convulses because I know that you know that I know it is my fault that I am your worst fears for me realized along with every deadly hope. I am your reflection size version of a fun house mirror. A horror show that still sees fit to breathe the same air.
I am the rigged game gone wrong.
Again, my love.
I am someone’s broken tinker toy that they forgot. Mistakes, mischief and unmet expectations abound. I put a smile on my face and lift my head to meet your eye only. You see me, but the missing pieces fall and linger in a dark lit haze called sister.
i am who I need.