burned out

Don't come looking for me,
I'm not the same anymore.
Don't speak about me,
I'm bound to hurt you with words.
Don't think of me,
I'm not that idealistic image that you've imagined.
Don't dream about me,
I'm not the dreams you wish me to be.
Don't listen for the sound of my name,
I'm pretty sure it won't be uttered anyways.
Don't imagine me,
My image is not to conjure up.
I'm burned out.
I'm a phoenix.
I'm burning all the things that people once knew of me.
I'm creating the life I always wanted for myself.
I'm tearing away a broken friendship that torn my flesh and bone– mentally and physically.
I am tired yet I push to be reborn as something new.
Something so uniquely extravagant that people can't help but look.
I'm lacking though, I am flawed.
If people that look past those and see me for me...
Then that's all I ask.

a.b.