have something to tell you:
You are not him.
I realized looking in your sickly eyes
that you lack the vibrance
I now desire in a lover
and you lack the fire
I once saw in your
sickly eyes

I can't believe
I used to look at your face
and see anything more than what is there
a shadow of the first boy
I ever comitted to
a dwarf of the most recent I've loved

You are tiny
and petty and worthless