I have, at times been my biggest disappointment,
Expecting the superhuman, inside and out,
But finding the dregs of a lacklustre animal,
Rolling their eyes and then rolling on over.
I guess I rolled over for you too.
The fires were bright for some time,
Burning out the rot,
And the stars inside and out,
So that I was almost content with who I’d grown to be.
And there was always you, holding my hand.
I don’t know when the cleansing fires burned out,
And the mildew enveloped me once more.
An organic tide change when it all started
To come apart.
But you thought I chose it.
That content so sought was buried,
The assurance drowned in the night,
And nothing but fevers and dust,
Could live up to expectations.
Not yours, and not mine.
Am I your biggest disappointment,
Your one big regret?
Am I nothing but a constant reminder,
That you are tethered to something so frayed?
This dust just won’t settle.
And unless your words are sent to crush me,
And keep me in the shadows,
Then why don’t you accept my failures?
Please help me mould them into something new.
And If you won’t,
Or if you can’t , then who am I
To trap you
In this perpetual monumental disappointment?
I know I will never be enough