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you tell me that you miss me
the way you touched me, like i was treasure
that even if you made love to all of the beautiful women in berkeley
you would still long for me

you don't remember me as me
you don't remember the fullness of my self
who betrayed you by loving another, who loved you
more fiercely
and more fully than anyone

you don't remember me as me
because you never loved me as me
you wanted to own me
you wanted to control me
you took the beauty of my willingness to give
and twisted into a stool upon which to sit
you grabbed my chin and roughly turned my head
away from the world
to hold your gaze

you don't remember me as me
for this morning when you give me beautiful words
i feel no different than when you give me your words of hate
i feel glad to be where i am
watching the sunrise, realizing how many sunrises i witness
now in the dawn of my life