Pronouns

I am not "you" and though you may not understand - "you" is not a makeshift character.

"You" is "her" and "she" I will never be.

The flow of hurt that ebbs from your words,

the pain,

the stretch,

the outreach of hands that close on emptiness.

"You"

 "She" I will never be. 

You say there is "nothing"

But "nothing" seems to last forever.

How I long to change who I am,

No,

what I am.

To alter my pronoun

to become

"You"

Your words now lack pictures

Your pictures lack inspiration

Inspiration was "she"

"You"

The "you" I will never be.

So I paint this debacle the best way I know how.

In a picasso of sorts

But instead of shapes

I use pronouns.

I,

Her,

He,

She,

It,

Them

"You"