Not enough time to shock you into a sense of realisation:
What you have done is no crime, and yet it has
Done me so much harm,
I'm crying
And I'm so unreal
I cannot understand this spasm, this twitch
My on/off switch
Forever undermined by my
Fits of rage and of despair.
I am so, so sorry
That I never forgot you: but
Your memory haunts me like a shadow of myself
And I cannot lie,
I do not love you,
But I love what I'd love you to be.