Sadly,
your irrevocable image of me
is predictable,
I'm just a fallible person
(you really wish I wasn't),
and although
you're still beautiful,
you need to understand
just what I'd give for that--
but
your mind was smashed and glued
and then smashed and glued some more
until the pieces crumbled
into tiny grands of sand
that I blew away...
There's no room for me.