EXILE 

You,
who feared being exiled from my world
are now exiled from my world.

Psychic, were you?
or did your fears become self-fulfilling
reading too much into trivial conversations
seeing with twisted perspective these humerous outbursts
as hints as to the coming doom
as clues to some unexplainable finale- the coming of misery 
how may times did you ask me if I was seeking your departure?
day and night- am i sure? yes. really? yes. really? YES! Now stop asking!
no trust. no trust no trust.
till I had enough

How strange in retrospect 
did you only then realize
that the converastions and laughter were just that.
conversations and laughter. 
did it occur to you that it's really about that gnawing insecurity within. 

and you explain this to me
but i know this moment of inner peace is only passing
it won't be long before you start to think too much
and doubt me. doubt yourself. doubt the world
here it comes. those masks and protective gear that you adorn your form with 

and you say things like...
"Do you have to pick blue? What if I don't like that color?
why won't you compromise with me?"
and the many ways you disguise it
in your costume dripping with false cleverness and desperate sarcasm 
all the while I see right through you...
I mean that's the point isn't it?
Why else would wear something so transparent.

and now you wear it outside my gates
and you leave me notes like 
"i always thought you looked pretty in blue" 
yeah, so did you.