Congratulations
Congratulations.
You got me waiting on you again.
Weak.
That's what I am
and you keep me in check
by testing my patience
and I keep myself down
by letting you
so I have something to prove
something for you to reward
with your attention
that's how everyone, eventually, gets you.
fuck up enough
and you're bound to bat an eyelash
or flick a tear their way.
Maybe you have forgotten
that fucking up isn't how we met.
No, we did everything right
honesty, communication,
love, pain,
our four cornerstones.
I didn't trip over myself
and land in a heap at your feet.
I shook your hand
admitted my pain and imperfections,
my place in the process of my own awakening,
and you did the same.
So how is it that you've got me waiting?
Congratulations.
You now know how to destroy me.
January 24, 2006