The Other Day I Did Not Love Her

I am unlike you
(and that is good).
I am unlike myself, also
(and how that is I do not care).
I am defined by secret processes,
I am better
(and that is so, I know, [I think?] in my way).

The other day I did not love her.
She was not myself again, but far too bold –
Yourself was you, uncompromised,
So I protested.
She was told.
I am what I am (damned if I shouldn’t be).
And she is me, also (most times).

If I do not possess,
I do not exist.

It is so
I say so.