Juxtaposition

I write to be a liar. When words of concern squeeze me into concrete cracks I can assure you, I’m fine, It’s the girl on paper who needs saving. It’s not me, it’s you, Ink-stained girl who was birthed from My pen and soul You are the weak one The traitor to my heart You are the abortion The neglected And despised I am the god of your Words of Wisdom world And I cast you out of Eden because there was none less deserving. If I write you, claim to create you, You are not me, A figment, a facet, and fable with no morals Just my character, not a reflection of my deposition. I wrote you to baptize me.