A conversation with two of you

I walked away from you when there was nothing left to give.

    

    Was I not enough?

I couldn't be there anymore. I was fading away and you were only loving a shade of me.

    

    How could I ever see that if you never told me what you needed?

I did!

...I did.

   

    I was standing beside you. I was there, suffering with you. When was that ever going to be enough? You resent me for not seeing you. I get it. But how could I have loved you when you hated yourself so damn much?

I don't. I didn't. I felt small. Like I was suffocating under you.

    And you didn't allow that? If I took up any space at all, that would've suffocated you.

    

I...I...was broken. 

    So I wasn't? Loving you with my unscathed heart was my only duty. Cry it from the mountain tops. To be left empty mercilessly by you? Go to hell. 

    

That's not far when I'm with you.

    Then why am I here? Really ask yourself. What brought me here to you? You want to be a victim to your own orchestrated demise. I'm just the messenger that came late. You would have always chosen someone like me. Because I reflect the demons you run from. So go on, enjoy your stay in the inferno you've ignited.

Or maybe I'm holding up the mirror you've smeared one too many times. Showing you exactly what you are. Every shade. Layer. Broken piece. I am your reckoning. Your truth and you hate me for it. 

    When I look in the reflection, all I see is you. 

There is no you, is there?

    Don't you see? There is no me without you.

How did I get here?

    To remember why you should never come back.