make me into something. take all the parts of me that i give to you, and steal them when you leave. make me into something that knows how to rebuild. make me into something broken, feel something that isn't really there, fall in love with the idea of me, and give me hope. but when you see me as i truly am, run longer and faster than i ever would, and scatter a part of me here, or, maybe there. and when i find them one by one i will find something much greater than what i was looking for. because you see, the placebo effect doesn't work on me anymore, he ruined that for me, & now i know what is real and what is fantasy. break me like my badly cracked windshield, if not worse, and i will decide from there, who i can be. take my dreams, my nightmares too. take the coffee shop i took you to, take the memories of a pink sunset, take my smile, but return my numbness, and take my presence so that i can sit in my own absence and create something better. you see, they can always take the parts of you away, that band, the chills they gave you, even the light in your eyes, but the ability to take it back, the ability to recreate and re-establish yourself- that alone is yours. -m.k.