Standing
I hate you
for making me love you-
then stringing me along
until I realized
all was lost,
and that you have
left me standing
on your doorstep-again-
Druid God.
Being your Muse-
Your Sappho-
your Savior
is killing me slowly-
and painfully-inside.
Count me a fool-
A mere mortal-
with a tragic flaw
called loving you.
A stupid girl-
who has dreams and morals
that you rose high above you-
asking for nothing-
but perfection.
I reached to the heavens for your perfection
but I only found lies and words-
and a concrete landing
that left me bruised and broken.
Because I can save you-
Druid God-
but you'll never save me.
You'll never change for me-
you can't even change for yourself.
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