Every time I turn around

A different face I’m shown

Split in half

Lop-sided log

So separate

From your private blog

When and where

Was being there

Ever enough?

Who and what

Will crack that

Shell so tough?

Not me.

Your cover is blown

Interlocking realities

Wipe away fantasies

That I’ve condoned

Drop by drop

Each wasted tear

Made it clear

I put a stop

To rivers

Flowing

Out of control

But the dam I built

Made out of guilt

Is only…

One half of the whole.