How shall I remember you?
With that innocent glint in your eye
That was deceived into thinking
You could ever love me only
To make us both into frauds?
Or when you turned me into an object
Because I made myself nonhuman,
Taking on the characteristics
Of inanimate, yet beautiful mannequins?
Or when I meant nothing to you anymore
And I was just a repulsion,
Where you didn’t want to even be
In the same memory as me?