SANCTIMONIOUS

you built a throne out of your own reflection, mistook your arrogance for eloquence, try to resurrect what you helped desecrate, your ego arrived before you did, while your sense of self suffered every silence was a threat. you dissect with vocabulary but cannot name your own loneliness. you mistook softness for submission, pauses for praise. and when I left, you called it cowardice, as if I hadn’t spent years trying to decipher a man who couldn’t even pronounce himself.