Idoles Brisées/ The Truth Between Is the Same

i find your lack of remorse

frankly, appalling

your narcissism holds up the mirror

for me to see myself 

more clearly

your crocodile tears

glisten sweetly

like the gleam in your eye

i would run from you

but i know you'd give chase

brutal, wrenching chase 

you are the black cat i fought with

the stifling heat from the fire

the weariness in my bones

the wariness in my heart

you are the keen and needy distance

i put between myself

and everyone else

you are the need to hurt

and break

you are the plush extra

and the sharp lack

you are unnecessary to me now
(maybe you always were)

i can cut you out

and burn you down

but you will not be erased

no, never erased

and so you will too 

become the void

better the void

than the presence

for the ghosts you banish into a void

can never return from it to haunt you