BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN

I’ll never be who you imagine I am,
No matter how much you love me—
That is, no matter how much you love
Whoever it is you imagine I am.

No matter how convinced you are
That I am who you imagine I am,
The fact remains you created me
In your own image that blinds you to me.

No matter how often you lay down your life
For whoever it is you imagine I am,
I won’t be there when you hold me in your arms,
It won’t be my lips when you kiss me.

I’ll never be who you image I am,
No matter how much you love me.
If love were enough, there would be no need
Ever to be honest or to understand.