Maybe you can't die
But I have to kill you,
For I made you without flaws
From fractions of expectations my father never met.
A skies without darkness,
An ocean without monsters,
A forest without flaws,
I was so focused on making you perfect to excuse my imperfections.
I wanted to have a spec so I didn't have to be the spec
I have to drive a knife through your heart and gain clarity from the flow,
I have to open the space locked for you,
And find myself playing pretend.
Because when you come back to me,
I won't recognize you as an imaginary man,
But a man who chooses me without my own control.