You did not believe me

I told you...

Not directly but I did.

I shall wall.up.

The care you so vividly claimed existed was proven to be not quite that. Yes, you do care. When time is ample and distractions few and no other spices satisfy your palate. Maybe then, some generous pieces of the meal may reach my table.

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Yet I told you...

I shall become a mirror.

A cold, calculated shard of mercury that will only show you reflections of your own actions.

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Me? My freedom? My genuineness? No. Forget about those. I shall reflect from now on. I shall become a moon. Distant and only orbiting around within your universe. Reflecting the quality and quantity of light you shine upon me.

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Initiate? Who, me? Why sir, you must confuse me with someone else. Someone that trusted, long ago, perhaps, that some puzzled fragments of emotions may have existed between us. That person has since been disillusioned. No revelation ever came. No words exchanged. No actions taken place. No honesty of emotion. Just repeated cycles of closeness (in your terms always) and distance.

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I am a better dancer than that, though. And I yearn to let my feet dance upon warm sunlit sand. Let me skin be kissed by the sea's salty lips. I want to be claimed. Conquered. Wanted. Nay, needed. Admired. Loved. Yes. Loved.

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So... Don't hold it against me, my love, for simply turning to a mirror now...

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I am sorry...