Poetry

Imperfect

You were always the pessimist,
You believed that life was cruel,
You played the chronic victim,
And I just played the fool.

You told me what I longed to hear,
Fulfilled my fantasy,
But words were only words,
And I was just too blind to see.

You suffered from a sense of entitlement,
Thought what you wanted should be yours,
You ducked responsibility,
Ignoring rules and breaking laws.

You dreamt of successes,
But were too proud to ever try,
Believing you were superior,
You held your head up high.

How many times I heard you say,
How much you did love me,
But you only loved an image,
The perfect girl I could never be.

What you love is your own reflection,
Too afraid of who you really are,
So you obsess over creating the image,
And drive the expensive car.

You would hide in seclusion,
Withdraw your love from me,
Whenever we would have a fight,
To hide your vulnerability.

You said my tears were signs of weakness,
That I manipulated you when I cried,
You were critical of all I did,
No matter how hard I tried.

Despite all that I did for you,
Nothing was ever good enough,
You had unrealistic expectations,
And I could never measure up.

All those times when we would fight,
You would twist my words around,
Make me blame myself for everything,
And wear the guilt for bringing you down.

I sacrificed so much to be with you,
You were unwilling to compromise,
All you ever offered me,
Were empty promises and lies.

You often threatened to break up with me,
In the endless power play,
The fact you wanted us to end,
Gave me no reason to stay.

I kept my opinions to myself,
In your eyes I was always wrong,
You drained away all my energy,
And yet I still grew strong.

You came back to me begging,
But I was no longer in your trance,
I could see you weren’t a man at all,
And boy, you had your chance.