*This is a revised version of the poem, after taking people's comments into account. Thank you for them*

Hazel encrypted with green encircled in hazy ebony.
A different set without the taint of green appear within,
similar in so many ways yet holding infinitely more beauty.
The beauty of trying to understand someone that
grows in complexity after each piece of knowledge is earned,
a jigsaw puzzle without any edges.
The memory fades, the infected green ones stare into themselves.
You look sad. What is the matter?
A part of me was taken away.
Take it back; they have no right to keep it
I don't want to.
Then why are you sad?
What I had taken, was taken back.
Perhaps you never had it to begin with?
Then what did I have? I had something.
You had nothing, you were lying to yourself.
No, I saw it, I heard it, I felt it.
It was an illusion, you never took anything.
But'¦ I'¦ she said it, she told me.
What did she say?
That she'¦ loved me'¦ me! Not him, ME!
She lied.
...
Move on, she has forgotten about you.
You are just a mistake she made.

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