Can you see me?

Has it pleased you that you’ve lost your own delicate decree?
Is it this endless interference between us that impedes your view of me?
Or is it the defiance of yourself that mistifies your ways?
Why does it cause you anguish by me asking you these things?
I ask you now to see through that image that makes us incomplete.
That further removes us from ourselves,
                Creating a this reflective illustration that compromises our deciet.

I love you,
COREY