I wonder how many layers I had to peel

Off you- each layer representing a different part

Of your soul.

We're so complicated, aren't we?

So flawed and impressionable,

Fire at the merest provocation...

We're so selfish.

I wish I could bring you back

From the darkness into which I pushed you.

I didn't mean to

I didn't mean for you to be the chalice

For my deformities, my storms

And yet, I didn't stop you

When you became one.