I loved you for your wit and how you seemed to know me well.
But you were just as broken as me though you tried not to reveal your tell.
You would dance with your demons to avoid feeling alone.
Sing songs of your childhood when pains of growing older set a sad tone
You heard echoes of your failures from anyone with good intent.
Reliving your past in the present to understand what your good deeds meant.
Your compliments gave me faith but your laughter and drive made me strong.
What I didn’t know is you were making deals with your past all along.
The thing about us is you weren’t alone in the deed
because ignoring the past hinders the future from giving you what you need.
I saw the flaws in myself and only perfection in you.
Forgetting to acknowledge the bigger picture in those eyes I’d look into.
Perfection doesn’t exist but my love for you shattered.
And I still wanted to hold you to standards that no longer mattered.
Battered down by everything your demeanor didn’t let me address.
Taken back to days when it was to you who I’d confess.
My love and my life thwarted by realities pinch on the arm.
Still confiding in you with hope that you’d never bring me harm.
I held you in high regard because I invested so much time and care.
Nothing else mattered as much in my heart once I placed you there.
Once you disappeared a part of me left too.
So weak in the knees that there’s almost nothing I wouldn’t do.
The fire of my love for you is now all but an inconsistent spark.
Running from the sun and coming alive after dark.
I was guided by your perfect light and now that it’s gone away.
I chase the moon and its craters with hope to see the sun someday.
