This is the end of trying to make you better
To have your insides be something
I’d adore in a letter.
They won’t fall into place
like I’ll always imagine,
They’ll continue to be crooked
granted, progress less travelled.
Thanks for letting me know
you never meant your own words 
On the duvet, at the gate
rhyming disingenuous terms.
Was it my fault I tried,
a boundary really crossed?
Or did you feel what I gave 
and craved only to stay lost.
Put me in the mirror
connect to my soul 
Feel every part of me -
and step over my toes.
I know you’ll be fine,
end up just like new -
But unknown’s the receiving
of your I love you.