Shapeshifter: a poem

Pulling you out each time I get a different perspective,

I sit here watching you flirt and play with one thing which has stayed away from me for so long,

not only does it sadden me but it makes me whole,

watching every part of you enjoy what I once hoped to cripples every part of my me,

whilst pushing every happiness within it,

the falseness and lies which linger in every action,

cause me to feel that perhaps acting as a shapeshifter is what was needed all along,

and it is the brute cause of every happiness and pleasure which passes between us.