The Art of Circumnavigation

I wasn't myself around you---

but who decided that was a bad thing---

to not be yourself?

What if myself wasn't so good?

---right?

Surely that's commonplace,

there is the perennial disillusionment with the compass

and the compass eventually breaks

I had some demons that I let surface---

after our continental drift

it was only fitting that they fell through the cracks,

my cracks

And after all, I didn't like myself so much,

or maybe, just maybe,

I didn't like myself around you---