Self Surgery

You were my mirror and my lens.
With your help I excized the parts of me that didn't suit.
I cut away my rough edges and you took your words and sanded down my truths.
I was less afraid of losing me than losing you.
I shouldn't have given so much of myself.
Perhaps I should have become an auger and once again divined our truths.
But i was afraid of losing too much.
Of becoming enchanted once again with your terrible edge.