I let
you
close
just
not
too
close.

I
never
allowed myself
to be
honest,
never told
you
anything
that
might
make you
uncomfortable
might shatter
your illusion
of who
you wanted
me to be.

I kept
enough of
myself
hidden
ensuring
you would
never
get a firm
hold on
any part of
me.

I
never
turned to
you,
keeping you
safe
from
me.

When you
would ask
the questions
you
really
did not
want the
answers to
I told
you
pleasant
myths -
bedtime stories
while tucking
you in.

When
I
finally
stood
before you
vulnerable,
real,
you
looked
right
through
me…
searching for
the illusion.

You
never
saw
me.