Why Are You So Obsessed with Me (Nevermind, I Know)

You monitor me
like I’m the sun
and you forgot your own warmth.
Every word I write,
you twist.
Every breath I take,
you resent.

You watch
so you can mimic.
You lurk
so you can lash.
You study me like scripture
but only ever understand
the wrath.

Why are you so obsessed with me?
Nevermind.
I know.

Because I left,
and you can’t stand the echo
of someone you couldn’t cage
becoming whole.

Because I laughed
after the storm you started.
Because I didn’t collapse
when you needed me broken.
Because I healed
louder than you lied.

You’re not watching me out of love.
You’re watching
because I am proof
you’re not the centre.
You’re watching
because I became everything
you tried to erase.

You hate that I make it look easy.
You hate that I didn’t disappear.
You hate
that every poem I write
is louder than the stories
you whisper
behind locked screens.

You are obsessed
because I am a mirror
you can’t crack.
And every time you look,
you see the thing
you failed to destroy
smiling.

So keep watching.
Keep orbiting.
Keep proving what I already knew:

You never moved on.
Because you can’t.
Not from something
you couldn’t kill.