A pillar of strength,
to rest my tired form against.
I never thought I'd see you bend.
You seemed so immobile,
I thought you'd always be there.
But I wasn't ready to be strong for you.
I stormed around,
huffing like a Prima Donna
while you were in pain.
I pouted and fumed,
because you found comfort
when I was unwilling (unable?) to give it.
A voice whispered in my ear,
telling me I was too good-
for you, for this, for us.
But I wasn't good enough
to remember how to put others first.
I told you I wasn't an Angel-
I guess I proved myself right.
