I Was Your Satire

Our conversations seemed longer than they were.
We only seemed ok, while we were actually not.
My flaws, you emphasised.
My broken heart, your irony.
My position in your life, exaggerated.
My illness, your strength.
Us, we vanished.

I was your satire,
Now you are my metaphor.

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