not me

Not me but you—
the wrong and right of it.
Logic and reason lost on me.
Compassion lost on you—
pointing fingers and placing blame.
I can’t manage how I feel.
You can’t manage to feel at all.
This heavy-laden, break-back weight
you handed me destroyed my spirit and
shattered my heart.
That lie I let in took root,
spiraling around my brain,
whispering to me with your voice.
And I believe it.
Disfigured and disappointing,
empty-handed and hard to love.