isotope separation

thanks for making me feel less
reminding me somehow that there's a need to distress
digressing into depressing delusions, driven to see past the illusions and diabolically demeaning definitions derived from your stereotypical conclusions about the outsides of a woman. 
you stole my ability to see beyond my imperfections, idolizing idiotic inconsequential portions of my identity only to secretly sequester the parts of me that fit the parts of you so profound and perfectly to their prolific perilous fate.. drowning beneath your disgust and disapproval, disguised in a devilish ruse to help you obtain and abuse the very treasures that trolled yet so well hidden inside of me.
you made me trust you and turn myself over, let go of my inhibitions when you didn't want to own them and leave me lay broken in the wake of your indifference and indecision
you slay me with precision
we are alike in many a measure, identical properties that perpetuate pleasure and pleasingly plot to unite us as one at least this is how the story begun. Brine-soaked bruise-filled ego dissipation derived from doting debauchery and dissertation of the inevitable isotopic separation of our kindred souls becoming soulless in selfish superficial isolation that you call a search for perfection
an atrociously perverse manifestation of malformed ideals defeating the droning desire to descend and devour the real and conquer the world as a whole and not lonely, you break and you own me and I am prey to your prowess, pity-filled and powerless to the searing sizzle of your smugness that smites the serendipitous sunshine that smiled once on my soul at the thought of you
and still I love you
for the you that i thought you were and know that you can be, bewildered i begrudge and start to smudge the line between the outside and the inside of me hoping to make them a blur and have you concur, I feel myself dying and I'll kill myself trying to produce the me that you'll be proud to parade around everywhere for the world to see... the perfect, pretty packaging that magnificently mirrors the truest reflection of the me on the inside... and completes your collection
you selfish self-centered ass