u palindromed me, i think | i think u palindromed me

like calling paraphrased

a quote flipped on its head

half read but resaid

but if u are me & i am u

does that mean if u change, then i do too?

cuz that sounds like man-ip-u-la-tion

so should i shun the man that is u?

i think u liked me, or more so were like me

i may have loved u

but it was just a reflection

of what i wanted to see

u palindromed me,

a pal who droned on

but i could tolerate it

does that mean maybe it was love?

i feel the pressure to melt into

your artificial standards of me

my only goal: be the girl

u thought i was,

even if far from reality

but i failed 

& u rejected me like a factory

dismisses anything besides perfection

maybe i am perfect | perfectly, i am me

u palindrome me | i palindromed u

all so u could call me yours

i was the horse to your cowboy

u: the puppeteer | myself: a mere toy

a plaything to play with ‘till you’re out the door

leaving me as a reflection

without an apple of my eye

physics says that cannot exist

does that mean neither do i?