You rub it deep
The memory of my futile attempt
To get acquainted
With what I hoped
Was the grateful side of you
I must have been deluded
By my rose-colored expectations
That you would be overjoyed for once.
As usual,
I disappointed you.
Fallen short of your overbearing standards.
Once again left to wallow in pathetic self-pity
At my failure to make you happy.
Overinflated as your ego is
I still tried.
In spite of my wounds
In defiance of what everyone else said.
Because I loved you that much.
But that "you" was just a dream
That I refused to give up.
Until now.
All that remain
are the bruises on my broken heart.
