This is your last post

Where to begin?
how deep shall I cut?
can I capture
your mediocrity in words?
Let me try.

Grey & dull
Lackluster & unambitious,
You have settled for less
which is fine by you.
I left, not soon enough
and now I go for good,
you are a reproduction
You have little range
and no depth.
Like the weeds
that over take the garden
you are not wanted in my space.
I don't see how I ever
confused you
for someone.
You were a broken mirror
and I was seeing myself
contorted in the reflection.
It was not myself with scars
but you, who never understood
All that I am or my beauty.
How long I wasted looking
into a broken mirror.
Never again will I waste
my precious time
searching for myself in another.
You could never have reflected
the light I shine
because your simple eyes
never saw it.
So here is your last entry

Enjoy toiling in the soil
boy.