METAMORPHOSIS

You loved me then
when I was young
and dangerous
and insensitive.
You thought I was the cat’s meow
or whatever the kids are saying these days
and you made me love you, too.

It took some time
some effort
some sluttiness on your part
but you made me yours:
wholly
completely.

And after I was in your hands
you decided to remake
mold me
shape me
into something better.
But better than what?
You wanted me then.
I was the thing
you had sought to capture.
Succeeding,
why seek to transform me
into something new?

I am what you made me:
caring
responsible
mature.
Is this what you want?

If not
I suppose I could change
again.